My Mother The Wind
My Mother The Wind
My mother the wind blows through the sky
Reds, oranges, yellows too
She carries the leaves and away they fly
Up to the clouds in a sky so blue
My mother the wind, she had come and gone
When i was little she held me close
I was not yet even a woman before she passed along
We buried her softly in the ground with a rose
My mother the wind, she went away
Twas death that captured her soul
Twas death that decided her last day
and made me feel unwhole
But my mother the wind is still here at times
I feel her at my side
She's my favorite tree to climb
She never tries to hide
My mother the wind is all my favorite things
She's the sunshine of my face
and all the joy it brings
She is my embrace
My mother the wind is the rain as it falls
My favorite song
My favorite color on the walls
A peacefull walk along
My mother the wind will never leave my side
She's in all the things that make me smile
The comfort when I've cried
My mother the wind
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