When The Wind Blows

When the wind blows it speaks
of deep valleys and rugged mountain peaks.
When the wind blows it speaks
of blooming meadows and cheerful bellows.

When the wind blows it speaks
of oak trees and tumbling bumblebees.
When the wind blows it speaks
of feathered wings and sharp beaks.

When the wind blows it speaks
of mighty oceans and daily devotions.
When the wind blows it speaks,
howling out my name, echoing through my loose window frame.

— MO SPEAX