In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance,
The wind whispers secrets, a silent trance.
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees,
It carries tales from distant seas.

With a gentle touch, it caresses the land,
A soothing presence, like a guiding hand.
Over mountains high and valleys low,
The wind’s soft voice continues to flow.

It sings of journeys long and far,
Of dreams and hopes beneath each star.
Through fields of gold and skies so blue,
The wind’s embrace feels ever true.

In every breeze, a story unfurls,
A timeless song in the natural world.
The wind, a poet in its own right,
Weaves its verses through day and night.