In quiet corners where shadows play,
A gentle breeze begins its sway.
Unseen, unheard, yet felt by all,
A secret dance within the hall.

Like whispers soft in night’s embrace,
It journeys forth with gentle grace.
A burst of laughter, a fleeting jest,
Nature’s humor at its best.

From hidden depths, it finds its way,
A playful tune in light array.
A moment shared, a smile gained,
In laughter’s echo, joy’s retained.

So let it be, this airy art,
A fleeting gift from the heart.
For in its wake, a bond is spun,
In shared delight, we’re all as one.