In the silent night, the wind softly sighs,
Carrying whispers through the starlit skies.
It dances with the leaves, a gentle embrace,
Crafting a melody with its unseen grace.

Through the valleys and the ancient trees,
The wind weaves stories with a ghostly ease.
It knows the secrets of the mountain’s crest,
And lulls the weary traveler to rest.

Upon the sea, it stirs the waves to play,
Guiding the ships on their oceanic way.
A force unseen yet felt in every bone,
The wind speaks in a language all its own.

Beneath the moon, it whispers dreams anew,
Of lands afar and skies of deepest blue.
In its embrace, the world finds its song,
A fleeting symphony, where we belong.