Footsteps Of Wind
Standing under the willow tree
Closed eyes, arms wrapped around me
Sensing the gentle caressing of wind
I hear the voice of falling leaves
Wisper in my ears!
Who is coming!
Who is this earth waitng to hear!
Who is the fragrance searching to chase!
Who is the morning dew crying for!
Look! Look at these beautiful pretty flowers!
They are all set to smile
Ready for the moment
To greet someone
Every day and night
Awaken, to meet
That someone who never arrives
The falling leaves keep asking me
Does he ever hear the footsteps of wind?