In the air I hear windsongs
through the rustling of leaves,
through the quivering of grass
and the moving of trees.

The clouds move in chorus
to the wind and the rain
and wildflowers sway
to the windsong’s refrain

Windsongs and wildflowers
usher stars into night,
flushing sunsets with fushia
and pinks with first light.

The spirit of nature
sings freedom-swept hymns,
that rise with the clouds
and sing praises of Him.

Wordless, the melodies,
nature sings to my soul;
entwining, and winding
until my heart’s full

I breathe in the air,
and windsongs rush in.
and the breath I breathe out
sings a wildflower hymn.

Music is breathing,
from my heart to yours--
My windsong’s the echoes
of the wildflowers’ score.

And just as the wildflowers
in nature rejoice,
my windsongs are praising
my Lord with my voice.