Standing still in watch are trees Who quietly wait this pale cold night For in the south a heart heads home By wings who yield a timely flight With lasting winds smooth like felt A wintery blue keeps warm a land The currents so true now in breath Hold close and dear a traveled hand Shimmers of shadows pass low but near These tides they pass through plains and coast For high above a smell like mist Knows well a heart who grows in pulse Pushing far the air between A wind by side lets go its grasp Stillness brings a family near And for their guest a home at last