My Wind

My wind blows in your direction.
Through the arid air it flows.
Oh! Sky, I have so much affection
Open up; to you I'll go.

I'll clear and move the crows
And push them over the sea
With a strong gust that blows
Over tall mountain trees.

I'll bring back doves
To this cold dying valley
In gusts of love
Roses and violets will sally.

And no rose can die or pale.
The azure violets wont fade.
What could wither in the vale
Where mountains sprakle in jade?

My wind blows to you; for you
Open wide your bluest skies
And I wont blow through you
But directly for your eyes
And right into you.