In the quiet corners where giggles dwell,
A gentle breeze begins its playful spell.
With muted whispers, it dances free,
A secret song, a silent jubilee.

Beneath the laughter and the knowing glance,
The unseen currents take their chance.
With subtle grace, they weave and twirl,
In hidden realms, they softly swirl.

A playful jest, a fleeting call,
In moments small, they charm us all.
The air, a silent jester’s art,
In every room, it plays its part.

So let us laugh and let us ponder,
The gentle winds that roam and wander.
For in their whispers, joy resides,
In unseen airs, where humor hides.