The whispering wind dances through the night,
Carrying secrets in its gentle flight.
It weaves through trees with a soft caress,
Murmuring tales of joy and distress.

Beneath the moon, it sways with grace,
Leaving a trace in the quiet space.
It whispers dreams to those who sleep,
Promising wonders for hearts to keep.

Across the fields, it spreads its arms,
Embracing the world with its quiet charms.
It tells of lands both near and far,
Painting visions like a guiding star.

In the stillness, listen close,
To the wind’s soft, enchanting prose.
For in its breath, the stories blend,
Of beginnings, journeys, and an endless end.