The wind in our hair!
The wind in our hair!
We toss and we toss,
Standing still on our feet;
We drink in the sweet
Of the forest and heat;
We hear the wind whisper,
And the beat of her feet;
We quiver and stir,
With the wind in our hair,
And feel the sap purr
Through our limb and our leaf;
We are full of its music,
We are full of its grief,
We are full of its thunder
And its murmurous beat,
And we toss and we toss,
Standing still on our feet!