In the quiet of the night, it softly sings,
The whispering wind, with gentle wings.
Through the trees, it weaves its tale,
Of ancient times and forgotten trails.

Beneath the moon’s silvery light,
It dances freely, out of sight.
Carrying secrets from distant lands,
Across the seas, over the sands.

The whispering wind knows no bounds,
It roams the earth, without a sound.
In every corner, it leaves a mark,
A fleeting touch, a subtle spark.

Listen closely, and you may hear,
The stories it brings, so crystal clear.
The whispering wind, forever free,
A timeless force, a mystery.