Wind under the door
Don’t let it go
Who’s it for?
Evening is young
My heart is a blur
Wind under the door
It floats like a ghost
Across the floor
At the banister’s end
My spirit is lifting slowly
Wind under the door
Strawberry moon
Obsidian sword
A nightingale’s tune
To unlock the path before me
Swift, summoning wind
Enchanted and free
Beaconing me
To follow the blue, mysterious, winding river
Wind under the door
A rush of cold air
Filling the room with adventures untold
My ankle-boots laced and ready
Faint, faraway sounds
In the whispering wood
Under the door
Villagers talk
Of damsels and dragon fire
Wind under the door
What will it say?
Who is it for?