The Wonderful Wind Wind, as warm as the golden sun, Blowing on our face, As children run, having so much fun, The wind goes at it s pace. The wind feels cheerful as it blows through the town, As people keep saying if it s as soft as a cat, The wind, is a soft bird soaring to the ground, The people keep smiling then off blows their hat. The tall trees, bow down their heads as the wind passes by, As the wind goes around, he smells a lovely pie, The birds sing about him, as they fly through the sky, But know one could love him more than me.