She’s a lady with flouncing skirt.
She’s a pleasure, a winsome flirt.
She’s quite fickle and never still.
She won’t be tamed; she’ll leave at will.
She calls to me in gleeful mirth
To rise above the solid earth.
She leaves the darkness to the night.
She stirs the air as she takes flight.
I’d like to follow in her dance.
Perhaps I’ll try; I’ll take a chance.
She’ll take me firmly by the hand.
I know she’ll tell me what she’s planned.
I feel her touch; I hear her say,
“We’ll fly together far away.”
She’s dancing gaily to and fro.
Perhaps I’ll stay; I just may go.
Is that the lady tempting me?
Or just the wind that’s blowing free?