The Call of the Loon

When the winds s blew high in the mountains,

And the rain fell in the valley below,

I saw the lonely hawk fly far above,

Soaring to the clouds.

I called to you as I walked through the mist of morning,

I saw you in the meadows, when the sun became known,

I saw the beauty of the flowers and the trees,

I listened for the voice of the wind and the call of the loon.