In the silent embrace of dawn’s gentle light,
The wind whispers secrets through the trees,
Carrying dreams on its invisible flight,
A melody that dances with the breeze.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
It sweeps with grace, unseen yet felt,
A wanderer beneath the endless sky,
Where tales of ancient times are softly dealt.

In fields of gold where wildflowers sway,
The wind weaves stories of forgotten lore,
A silent poet with much to say,
In every gust, new worlds to explore.

As night descends with a velvet shroud,
The wind hums a lullaby to the stars,
Guiding the weary, lost in the crowd,
A gentle force that knows no bars.