In the quiet of the night, it softly calls,
Through the trees, where the moonlight falls.
A gentle touch upon the fields it lays,
Guiding dreams through its hushed ways.
It dances lightly on the ocean’s crest,
Whispering secrets as it takes its rest.
Carving paths through the open sky,
A silent witness as time drifts by.
The wind carries tales of lands unknown,
In its embrace, new worlds are shown.
It sings a song of hope and might,
Holding the stars through the endless night.
Yet in its strength, it remains unseen,
A gentle force in a world serene.
The wind, a dance of whispers and dreams,
Weaves through life in gentle streams.