In the quiet corners of the room,
A gentle breeze begins to bloom,
Unseen whispers dance and play,
In their own peculiar way.
A symphony of giggles rise,
Chasing echoes through the skies,
With each note, a fleeting jest,
Natureâs humor at its best.
From silent corners, laughter spills,
Charmed by the unexpected thrills,
A secret shared in moments rare,
The playful breeze beyond compare.
So let us cherish this unseen art,
The whimsical journey of the heart,
For in the air where whispers start,
Lies the gentle laughter of a fart.