I'm Here, Said The Wind Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm here, said the wind
my time are the circles of days
remember its tide
learn by heart its ways
for nothing forever is staying
all goes to memory
like a song it's playing
forever to be free

Listen to the wind
the chorus of the blossom sing
love's forever returning
again there will be new spring
listen to its song
it's forever returning
its future days to long
it's dances and songs yearning

Listen to its blow blow
and desires of each morning
dark shall then go go
for rising of tomorrows yearning
playful in its timeless young
joyful for the ear
in every new spring song
that you shall start to hear