In the quiet of the twilight,
The wind begins its gentle song,
Whispering secrets to the night,
As it gracefully dances along.
Through the trees, it weaves and twirls,
A symphony of rustling leaves,
Caressing the world in soft swirls,
A touch that the heart receives.
Over mountains and across seas,
The wind travels far and wide,
Carrying stories on its breeze,
To places where dreams reside.
In its embrace, we find solace,
A reminder of natureâs grace,
The wind, a timeless solace,
In its whispers, we find our place.