The wind, ah, the wind, days of hard blowing wind
Ever so necessary to melt all the snow on the Uncompahgre Plateau
And dry up all the mud
Still in the early morning air
The blooms stand straight and tall
Instead of whipped about and leaning.
The sun is bright overhead,
the air warm,
and in the early morning air
you can smell the grass
and earth and
the irrigation water soaking the land;
all the while birds are filling our ears with song.
From my world to your heart,