The fresh night air is where she dwells
Drifting without a care, casting her spells
Feel her presence all about
Blowing gracefully all throughout
Living on a plane, that’s in-between
Reality and the land of a dream
She is one of the four elements
Her thoughts are this - very precedent
Under her airy intoxication
Unable to find any placation
To satisfy her desire
Her needs never tire
Still with love she does inspire
Causing a creative gestation
Giving new-found birth
To every new verse
She adds more worth
Together we rehearse
Breathing life all around
Her wind constantly surround
Moving steadily, still unseen
Manifested in a breeze
Soothing with such ease
Seeking only to poetical please
While dancing through the trees
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
