The wind has words no tongue can form
It hums the song of every storm
It speaks of souls who dared to stay
And leaves that learned the art of sway
It passes through yet takes no claim
It whispers peace it whispers flame
Its voice is soft yet breaks the stone
It sings of strength the meek have grown
We chase for signs we beg for proof
While wisdom sways above the roof
To listen is to truly live
To hear the gift all hearts can give
Stand beneath its restless air
Let silence teach you how to care
For those who hear and understand
Hold all the world within their hand