The wind blows east and west,
Some say the Spirit is only jest,
Yet the baby bird will not leave her nest,
Until its spirit is ready to command.
Those who see only with their eyes,
Let nothing in Life be a surprise,
There is nothing but facts the rest are lies.
They claim that nothing can be seen by the hand.
Then why do I feel there is beauty here,
Why is there joy in music to the ear,
What calls the soldier to abandon fear,
It is the Spirit of a Man protecting his land.
The Spirit feels exquisite tugs and yearning,
That is absent in the world of learning,
Without the Spirit the world might as well stop turning.
For it is the Spirit that walks you to the scenery so grand.