The wind, a silent whisper in the night,
It carries secrets through the endless sky,
With gentle hands, it strokes the leaves so light,
And sings a song to which the stars reply.

Through valleys deep and over mountains high,
It roams the earth, unchained and ever free,
A wanderer beneath the moon’s soft eye,
A force unseen, yet felt in every tree.

In summer’s warmth, it brings a cooling breeze,
In winter’s chill, it bites with icy breath,
A friend to all the seasons’ changing seas,
A harbinger of life, and sometimes death.

The wind, a timeless dancer in the air,
It moves with grace through every time and space,
An endless journey, constant and so rare,
A fleeting touch, a moment’s sweet embrace.