Whispers of the Wind

 

Whispers of the Wind

The wind dances through the trees,
A timeless song, a fleeting breeze.
It carries whispers, soft and low,
Of ancient tales we’ll never know.

The river hums its gentle tune,
Reflecting shards of silver moon.
Each ripple tells a secret sweet,
Of earth and sky where heavens meet.

The stars alight in velvet skies,
A million dreams before our eyes.
They call us forth, a guiding gleam,
To chase the threads of every dream.

So walk the path, both wild and free,
And hear the song of eternity.
For life’s a verse, a fleeting rhyme,
A precious gift through endless time.