Birds flying,
  from tree to tree.
Waves roll,
  out in the sea.

Leaves bow,
  when the wind goes by.
As it whistles to all who hear,
  a quiet lullaby.

Clouds move,
  at a quicker pace.
As the wind and sky,
  do embrace.

A lonely soul,
  cries in despair.
Graceful heart,
  in need of repair.

Kind breath of air,
  enters from outside.
God walks through,
  from crying eyes.

Birds sing louder,
  and the lonely soul grins.
Presence of peace,
  as so goes the wind.