Tis the wind, tis the wind
 Listen and hear such a gentle breeze,
  It's long soft wail calls to me
 It's awakening stir must call to you,
 

 Yes, the wind, it's within our souls
  Goodness wills us towards our kind goals,
  Reach, reach and go as each is foretold
  

The winds at our back until we grow old,
   Look up high, always reach for the glow
   A rainbow is bright with good life we sow,
   Always count your blessings one and all
 

The gift of giving with each rainbows call,
 Our journey that grows stronger each day
  We understand the rainbow is the kind way

©
 Frederick R. St.Pierre
 March 19, 2002