The wind whispers secrets through the leaves,
A symphony of whispers, a gentle tease.
It dances through the trees, so free,
A melody of nature’s glee.

Across the fields, it softly sings,
A lullaby on gossamer wings.
It carries dreams on its gentle breath,
A silent song that knows no death.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
It travels far beneath the sky.
An ancient tale, forever told,
In whispers soft, in breezes bold.

The wind, a timeless, wandering friend,
Its gentle touch, a love to lend.
In every corner of the earth,
It brings the world a quiet mirth.