In the hush of dawn’s embrace, it glides,
A gentle whisper through the trees,
Carrying tales of ancient tides,
Dancing with leaves in the morning breeze.

Restless wanderer of the endless blue,
It sweeps through valleys, over hills,
A silent song that the world once knew,
Beneath the stars, its voice still thrills.

Through fields of gold, it softly weaves,
Stirring dreams in the sleeping flowers,
A melody in the rustling leaves,
Unseen, yet felt in the quiet hours.

With every sigh, it tells a story,
Of distant lands and seas unknown,
A timeless dance in nature’s glory,
The wind, a spirit forever blown.