The Colors of the Wind
In the morning when the sun shines bright
And birds are singing everythings alright
I feel the wind it softly blows
Through the meadows where the flower grows
It carries scents of earth and bloom
A symphony of natures tune
The wind it seems to have a face
With colors changing every place
As noon arrives the wind turns warm
A golden touch it gently forms
Over fields of wheat so wide
Like a yellow ocean side by side
It whispers secrets to the trees
Telling tales of ancient ease
The colors blend a vivid sight
In the winds embrace everythings alright
The colors of the wind so grand
A sight that makes my heart expand
Blue like the sky green like the hill
In every hue theres a lovely thrill
The colors of the wind so fine
A painting that will always shine
Red of the sunset white of the cloud
In the winds art Im deeply bowed
When evening comes the wind turns cool
A purple veil it softly pools
Over mountains far away
As the day bids its last sway
It dances with the fading light
Leaving memories through the night
The colors dim yet still so grand
In the winds story I understand
The colors of the wind so grand
A sight that makes my heart expand
Blue like the sky green like the hill
In every hue theres a lovely thrill
The colors of the wind so fine
A painting that will always shine
Red of the sunset white of the cloud
In the winds art Im deeply bowed
The wind with colors ever new
A journey that Ill always pursue
In every breath in every sigh
The winds colors never die