of the wind's spirit
there will be no tie
it is a spirit which has
an unfettered ply
thronging along
gusting its gale
in liberty the wind
travels and ventures
the globe's trails  
no restriction is placed
on its knot
the wind is an element
who's flowing cloak
will not be stifled
by a yoke
the soul of the wind
is spirit which must fly
o'er the landscape
in an unbound cry
the wind sings a tune
of its own air
which is that of
devil may care