The wind scrapes my face as I walk through the park,
The whistling sound makes my ears pop,
I watch the trees dance in time,
Listen to the moan of the wind,
The wind lashes the rain to soak my hair,
Hear his voice as loud as any,
The wind wants you to know he’s there,
He pulls my hair as he passes by,
The wind is rather sly,
Whenever I look he isn’t there,
But when I listen I can hear him,
The wind.