by | Jul 28, 2003

Catch the wind on a summer night

Blow it again across the plains

Speak, but a word, along with the air,

that calls the rolling hills and streams

Come dear friends, greet the sky

Laugh with the moon, till your laughter runs dry

Seep new life into the enriched ground

Taste the dawn that your love had found

The day comes swift, along with my heart

Blow the breeze again, throw it like a dart

Then come my friends, the moon, hills, and streams

Bring life to this world of sorrow’s sad scenes

For if the breeze stopped, and the sun shined no more,

would we be as delighted by what darkness’s womb bore?

Would the hills come with the streams to greet the moon,

or stay far away, leaving laughter in a tomb?