I, the wind flow through your hair, and listen to your stories when you have nowhere to go. in the spring you can find me whispering to the young blooming fields. carrying flowers' sweet nector of offspring. keeping you cool on hot summer days. nothing does that better than i. an important job of mine is this: creating a lavish colored waterfall of freshly turned leaves. the first sign of fall. young lovers i bring close with my cold winter kiss. it is my job. for i, am the wind.
