In the quiet of the nightâs embrace,
I hear the whispers of the wind,
A symphony of hushed tones,
That speak to my soul within.
The rustling leaves, a gentle song,
A melody of natureâs grace,
Each note a story, each sound a tale,
That time cannot erase.
The murmurs of the flowing stream,
A lullaby of peace and calm,
In its cadence, I find my dreams,
And rest within its soothing balm.
To listen is to truly see,
Beyond the noise, beyond the fray,
In every sound, a world revealed,
In the silence, lifeâs purest play.