The wind sings a song through the trees
With compliments from every breeze
The melody is ever sweet
Or loud and bold or indiscreet !
The echoes heard from faraway
Produce a sound both night and day
And carry on the drifting air
Such visions that we all may share.
And so it is as breezes blow
With wind or rain or sometimes snow
Grandeur’s gift that we’ve been given
From that office there in heaven !
Claire V. Bogdanos 