The wind whispers secrets through the trees,
Its gentle touch a soothing breeze.
It dances lightly on the morning dew,
Painting the world in colors new.

Across the fields, it runs so free,
A silent song, a melody.
It carries stories from afar,
Beneath the sky, beneath the stars.

In the night, it sings a lullaby,
A tender voice in the moonlit sky.
It weaves through dreams with soft delight,
Embracing all in the quiet night.

The wind, a traveler without a name,
Forever wild, forever the same.
It moves with grace, unseen, unheard,
A gentle spirit, a whispered word.