Do not
sound pretty chimes.
Do not sing the
wind's song as it
dances across your shimmering
silver.
Be as silent as the cold
night air, but stay as
beautiful as the
sunrise on the morning
dew.
Say so wonderful but do not
wake him.
Do not let him unleash his
anger and tear your voice, your voice of the
wind, down.
Do not let him take your
child's laughter, and wise
stories, from me.
Keep your
melody alive, so when he is
gone, you can sing your
beautiful wonders of the wind.