The wind picks up in the afternoon Blowing away the day Singing of bringing the evening soon Knowing now come what may The evening will come how it must become Calm again just that way It tries to surprise the rising moon Still as the falling stars So the wind blows and the show goes on Calls though it falls away Till then "be still" as Venus and Mars In silent interplay Go on with the show when the wind has gone As I know I go who Come to become when the wind has come To pick me up then too Steven Curtis Lance