Within Reach (Short song)

Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go.
The mountain air she breathes with ease
to deliver cold to snow.

Trace the land and rivers' flow,
Lady Wind where will't thou go?
From sandy shores to chasms deep,
her breath has met them all.

Yet beneath the earth of pounding hearts
her fingers find a wall.
Dear Lady's touch may surely breach
the cracks that lie so small.