The wind, a wanderer, wild and free,
Whispers secrets of the sea.
It dances lightly through the trees,
A gentle muse, of endless ease.
The mountains echo its ancient song,
A melody both fierce and strong.
Through valleys deep and meadows wide,
It carries dreams where hopes reside.
It knows the tales of time gone by,
Of stars that fell from a midnight sky.
It speaks of love, of joy, of pain,
Of fleeting sun and soft spring rain.
Yet though it roams from shore to shore,
Its heart is bound forevermore.
For in each soul, it plants a seed,
Of courage, hope, and the will to lead.
So listen close when breezes play,
They bring the promise of a new day.
For the wind, though silent it may seem,
Carries wisdom beyond this life this dream.
