In the quiet of the night, a gentle breeze,
A whisper soft, it floats with ease,
A secret sound, often dismissed,
The silent symphony, nature’s twist.

Unseen yet felt, a fleeting jest,
From deep within, it leaves the chest,
A moment’s humor, a passing art,
The unseen guest, the humble fart.

Through fields and halls, it makes its way,
A mischievous sprite that loves to play,
With every gust, a tale it starts,
The hidden muse of human hearts.

So laugh and smile, let it be,
This natural jest, wild and free,
A part of life, a tiny spark,
The playful note in the dark.