The slow dance of the wind through the trees lifts high a breeze.
That catches dreams of dreamers and keeps hearts at ease.
Untamed by no man, limitless boundaries she has.
Shackled by chains; unsatisfied. 
She seeks the seeker who seeks out her.
Life goes fast. Slow to blur.
Her voice lifts high her desires and dreams.
Soft enchanted notes purr flowing as streams.
Echos resonate through the valley below.
Each word meant for him to know.
Her song fills the wind driven morn.
Lifted high; just sojourn.
He listens to her words and feels her pain.
He too once served chains.
He reaches out to join the dance.
The air carries forth the first romance.
The wind stills and from heaven does fall.
A rose, fragrant as she is, after all.
Falls on her golden body and nestles golden hair.
The perfume fills her soul and whittles away her cares.
Her chains torn asunder as she stretches forth her hands.
Longing to hold, to love, to sex just the right man.
The wind dances again and sways with her lust.
Reaching him on his mountain he knows he must.