Oh, whispering wind, ethereal and light,
Caressing the trees on a tranquil night,
Your gentle touch, a soothing embrace,
Carries secrets across time and space.
Through rustling leaves, your voice is heard,
Softly murmuring, like a distant bird,
You speak of stories from days of old,
Of legends and tales that were once untold.
Whispering wind, you're a messenger true,
Conveying the dreams that the world once knew,
You carry the echoes of forgotten lands,
And melodies sung by ancient hands.
In your gentle sigh, there's a lullaby's hum,
Guiding the weary to a tranquil slumber,
You dance through meadows and over the seas,
Whispering songs of tranquility and peace.
Sometimes fierce and wild, you roar and you wail,
Unleashing the power of a tempest's tale,
Yet even in storms, there's a mysterious grace,
As you remind us of nature's unyielding embrace.
Whispering wind, you hold secrets untold,
You stir the emotions that lie deep in our souls,
In your presence, we find solace and release,
A gentle reminder of life's boundless peace.
So, whispering wind, continue to roam,
Through valleys and mountains, you freely roam,
May your melodies carry love and light,
Guiding us through both the day and the night.