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