The wind whispers soft secrets in the night,
It dances through the trees with grace,
Carrying tales of lands afar,
In its gentle, soothing embrace.

It sings a song of freedom wild,
A melody of the open skies,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The wind’s voice never dies.

It brushes past with a tender touch,
A fleeting caress on a weary face,
Reminding us of nature’s love,
In every gust, a warm embrace.

The whispering wind tells stories old,
Of ancient times and dreams untold,
It weaves through time, a constant friend,
In every breath, its love unfolds.