The vast plain stretches far away
Desolate as midnight
But soon the grass begins to sway
And dances in the sunlight.
A breath of wind has swept the plain
Causing wildflowers
To twirl and spin and then to say,
"O wind, your joy's now ours."
It blows so sweetly, ever strong
Setting all a-dancing
And all it touches think upon
What makes this breeze entrancing.
Perhaps the way it rolls so free
Over lifeless places
And brings its happy countenance
To poor, unhappy faces.
And though the wind begins to fade
And life no more it sees
A more beautiful world has been made
Because of that blessed breeze.
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