Wind blows free, in early spring.
Stimulates growth of living things.
We watch the Trees rock to and fro.
As Roots dig deeper, in soil below;
The rain soon follows, and this we know,
Is a living Cycle, as flowers grow.

A Child is born, a mother’s prayers,
Is for guidance, against satan snares:
The Father jubilant, but yet aware,
of the drifting wind, this child must bare.
A Changing nation, and so disguised;
We search for answers, just to survive.

New hope we find, in God’s own word,
encountering wisdom, "book of Proverbs;"
As the whirlwind pass, we are promised peace,
The wicked no more, righteous never cease:
We gain this peace through faith and love,
As we trust in Jesus, our Father, above.

The message here is, to always be aware,
of our surroundings, shun satans snares;
Never yielding, but standing strong,
Searching for wisdom of right and wrong:
Winds may blow hard, temporious and wild,
But cannot shake the faith, of a well grounded child.