The Wind Is Blowing

Our son autistic son you said the wind

Blowing he shouts The wind is blowing throws

The tree across the room     the wind

is blow- / ing



tiny plastic tree he     throws it and      / Puckers his lips and

picks it up again

He throws the tree again and outside no

Wind and no rain     and all the doors are closed      / The sun is shining



and the sun is shin- / ing and the wind is blowing in the room

And lifts the tree     and takes the tree away

He shouts     he throws the tree the wind is blowing / Puckers his lips and blows

and the storm comes



You said

he laughs when you pretend to cry / And also when you cry



the wind is blowing