| wind whispers softly such a strange voice unheard and unknown sweet but sour | |
| her hair glistens in the sunlight, as it is ever so lightly blown by the wind And the strange but pleasing sound of her voice is almost taunting So faint that it is sometimes unheard Her eyes are mesmerizing, in a sort of mysterious way, and her glowing smile shows an exciting side to her, that is so hiden that she is unaware herself | |
| with such tender touch the kiss of a stranger | |
| for one fleeting moment you can feel her breath on your cheek as she exhales softly and then she is gone. | |
| in one glance there goes your last chance | |
| just as the wind caresses your skin and abruptly leaves escaping through fingers you can't catch it you can't catch her... | |
| her elusiveness setting the need for the chase she is pure evil in disguise this is known and yet.. | |
| Soft whispered secrets hang in the air, rustling the grasses, bending the trees, disturbing the surface of lake's deepest depths, with ripples of laughter as the spirit flies free. | |
| The windspirit speaks, giving the listener chills, I am called Mariah; Let me caress you upon my hills? Let me show you love, like not other element- Fly with me, as I embrace Mother earths dark locks.. |

