In the whispering wind, I find my way,
A gentle guide through night and day.
It carries dreams on its tender breeze,
Whispering secrets through the trees.

Each rustling leaf, a message clear,
Telling tales of what is near.
With each soft sigh, I understand,
My purpose lies in nature’s hand.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The wind will teach me how to fly.
With open heart and willing ear,
My true intent, it will appear.

So I will follow where it leads,
Planting hope with every seed.
In the whispering wind, I see,
The purpose that was meant for me.