Music Albums of Will Safron

“NO WIND”

The prairie cries out in thunderous refrain
‘bove the silence that settles in on the plain
To make us aware of some coming event;
Beauty or power, the same signal’s sent.
It may seem a subtle message to send,
But watchful are we when we see there’s No Wind.

The blanket’s piled up now for most of the day;
Big flakes of snow, each different they say.
Then the clouds move off and the moon shines bright;
There’s a still in the air and conditions are right
For a hard one, as the mercury starts to descend.
‘Be a cold one tonight because there’s No Wind.

The clouds ‘r risen’ in the warm summer sky.
Thunderheads build’n’ up five miles high;
Then again mother nature keeps her word.
Before the first crack of thunder is heard;
Before the soil receives water to mend,
The rain is foretold and, again there’s No Wind.

The clouds drop low and the sky turns black;
Demonstrating such awesome powers we lack.
As if to show us who’s in control,
The clouds drop low as they boil and roll.
Then the thunderous roar, the trees twist and bend.
All Hell breaks loose; then again there’s No Wind.

Now, blues and pinks are arranged on the stage
In a display of beauty to contrast the rage.
Birds, crickets and locusts join in
As the coyote choir begins ‘n blends in;
The closing act to a day’s perfect end.
The setting’s just right because there’s No Wind.

It seems not to matter ‘bout the time of the year;
When the prairie falls silent her intentions are clear.
From the Texas breaks to the central high plains,
The look she gives changes, still one thing remains.
Her beauty and power through the ages transcend,
And she speaks of them both anytime there’s No Wind!

--Russell Shaw