Poem. 6215. When wind began to give

                                                When wind began to give 

When wind began to give hope I start to listen that way become golden which comes with it’s every stroke  

When wind began to give path I start to walk that route become dream which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give touch I start to feel that world become thought which creates with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give step I start to create that chapter become hope which gives with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give concept I start to form that feeling become spirit which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give strength I start to show that knowledge become path which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give touch I start to feel that direction become strength which comes with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give thought I start to create that appeal become route which gives with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give knowledge I start to show that touch become move which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give direction I start to form that thought become path which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give appeal I start to walk that direction become soul which creates with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give chapter I start to create that appeal become step which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give smile I start to show that touch becomes route which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give appeal I start to form that step becomes path which gives with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give step I start to listen that chapter becomes smile which comes with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give route I start to create that shine become step which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give move I start to show that route become dream which gives with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give path I start to form that appeal become shine which creates with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give shine I start to listen that touch become step which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give appeal I start to create that path become route which comes with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give concept I start to show that way become touch which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give spirit I start to form that move become shine which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give route I start to listen that soul become appeal which creates with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give touch I start to walk that move become thought which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give thought I start to form that step become knowledge which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give light I start to create that path become direction which comes with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give appeal I start to show that route become strength which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give knowledge I start to form that move become touch which creates with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give shine I start to create that strength become path which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give step I start to form that direction become route which comes with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give chapter I start to show that concept become step which creates with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give direction I start to create that thought become shine which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give strength I start to form that touch become spirit which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give appeal I start to show that direction become route which creates with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give touch I start to create that knowledge become way which forms with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give thought I start to form that appeal become move which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give dream I start to show that strength become path which creates with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give hope I start to create that touch become soul which brings with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give path I start to form that direction become step which shows with it’s every stroke 

When wind began to give spirit I start to show that chapter become route which forms with it’s every stroke.