The Country of the Wind

This is the country of the wind,
Where the sun bleeds light,
And the wind breathes, and its breath
Rides the tornado unto dark despair.

Light walks among the clouds,
And falls on all,
Everything that looks up. So falls the rain,
The light has hope's shine.

Listen to the mothers, soaring high.
Listen to the fathers, in the high places.
Listen to the children, swift, young.
Listen to the ancestors, gazing down.

"The wind is the breath of all life,
From the undergrowth to heaven's lights.
Breathe, and you live; stop breathing, you die.
Be part of the world; after all, you already are."

So they say. But I love most the wind,
And the clouds, and the light.
Flight in freedom is the highest good.
Why live in harmony when I am boundless?