Wantajo and the Wind

Wantajo walked through the woods one day,
Listening to a whispering willow,
Watching the wood-doves wooing and cooing,
Feeling the Weather-Wind on his face,
And wishing that wonders would never cease,
Though whether the Weather-Wind was listening to his wishes
Wantajo wondered to the end of his days
Whene're he wandered in the wild willow woods