Breath of Life (rewritten)

Crossing seas from dawn of time,
elicits words for sailor's rhyme.
Singing songs to lonely wives,
the wind in tune upon the chimes.

Bearing rain when spring arrives
or random fury, taking lives.
Cooling brow with gentle breeze,
the smell of autumn at sunrise.

Unseen fingers through the trees,
to sway the branch and rustle leaves.
Passing over hills of green,
this restless spirit, earth conceives.

Waving aspen's golden sheen,
on through the canyon rock it screams.
Moaning as the cold snow flies,
these lonely sounds make lonely dreams.

"Last sheet on the line" she sighs,
"please sweet breeze, blow until it dries."