Can you feel it whispering in your ears
All around, never ending calling softly
Tempting sweet nothings over the years
Gliding swiftly nearing hill crest, rolling
swooping into our valley, see tall grass
swaying calling inviting come and play
Meadows for grazing cattle and the rest
Even a gorge, near by, a stream sounds
whispering lingering in thy ears and mind
See their, passing, waiting, in tall grass
Even the trees, how they wave inviting
lovely view. Into the wood, forest ground
Her call is broken, stillness abounds.
Deep in the bowels she can not reach
Oh’ so peaceful mind, can think clearly
Only tree top high, can one see her calling
inviting asking thee.
She calls her best on a high, near waters
edge she fly’s, glides, rolls it seems
She cleans the air spiders webs. Some
times gently warm, soft, then again if
she be vex upon a ship one could get wet.
Keep away from hill top paths over hanging
cliffs, for she could take you to Hades right
She can call too loudly, endlessly her voice
first sounds of music to our ears
She can be warm, cool, wet , dry even biting
freezing but a few.
Don’t go gliding, climbing when she’s loud
hot air ballooning she will bring you down
She can fly your flag, sail a boat, blow you
over, even cats and dogs can fly, dry your
cloths, how good is she.
Ruffle your hair even blow dry.
But not for me.