THE SONG OF THE WIND

You-oo-oo! I blow! I blow!

I blow the tall trees.

I rock the birdies in their nest.

I sing to the flowers.

I sing a sweet song to them.

Winter is coming; snow is coming.

Sleep, little flowers, sleep.

Some days I sing a loud song.

I sing, Come, little snowflakes!

Cover the cold bare ground.

“O I am the wind and I come very fast;

Through the tall trees I blow a loud blast.”

With.Flower.&.Star