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