To the fluttering winds that grace the autumn trees

Is a voice as soft as singing leaves

Bright lay its step in a pillar's shade

A soothing warmth for those that laid

In boundless dark is a cloak of grey

With cloth that chills, yet fills a sway

To dance and stand, to learn and love

What hid before them, a reflection above

The sky of sorrow shimmers with light

The fear of dark, to songs at night

For their voice sings of endless dreams

And a gift to flowing streams

To those who hear it is a life that's whole

Not one that lusts a petty goal

For with peace, they fill the hollow few

And lead to wonder what brought them to you