The wind it whispers through the trees A voice that sails on silent seas It carries dreams it stirs the heart A force unseen a work of art Through distant lands it moves with care It bends the grass it shapes the air Its journey endless yet so near A timeless tale for all to hear It speaks of love of loss of time Of fleeting life and truths sublime Its voice a thread that gently weaves A story sung through rustling leaves So stand and listen feel its grace The quiet power of empty space For in its song a truth is shown The wind belongs to all to none