In the quiet of the night, a whisper breaks the still,
A gentle breeze, a private joke, a secret thrill.
The air, it dances, with a scent so sly,
A moment shared, though no one asks why.
Laughter bubbles up, but faces stay composed,
The source of joy, a mystery, cleverly enclosed.
A natural note in life’s grand song,
A fleeting moment, but it lingers long.
The wind that plays its mischievous tune,
A silent partner to the night’s sweet croon.
It flutters past, a ghostly trace,
Leaving behind a subtle, warm embrace.
In every breath, a story told,
Of quiet winds and secrets bold.
A symphony of silent winds and hidden grins,
Life’s little jest, where laughter begins.