Songs of the Winds

Willows growing by the water
listen to songs of the east wind,
and to its enchanting laughter,
east wind sings stories of the sea,
of seals that frolic in the foam,
of rocky beaches and mighty waves
that thunder upon the shore.
Willows weep when east wind leaves,
begging the wind for more.

Willows growing by the water
listen to songs of the south wind,
and to its captivating laughter.
South wind sings of distant lands
where dusky maidens dance,
with red flowers in their hair.
Willows weep when south wind leaves,
and wish that they were there.

Willows growing by the water
listen to songs of the west wind,
and to its charming laughter.
West wind sings of mountain spires
where rivers are new born,
of golden eagles soaring high.
Willows weep when south wind leaves,
and wish that they could fly.

Willows growing by the water
listen to songs of the north wind,
and to its chilling laughter.
North wind sings of polar bears,
and of frozen icy lands,
where homes are made of snow.
Willows weep when north wind leaves,
and wish that they could go.

Sleepy willows nod their heads
and in wonder gaze,
at the moonbeams and starlight,
shimmering bright upon the waves.

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