The wind carries whispers from faraway lands,

Through the trees and over soft sands.

It hums of mountains kissed by the sky,

And rivers that sing as they rush by.

A tale of stars that silently gleam,

And dreams that drift like a fragile stream.

Of hearts that wander, seeking the light,

In the tender embrace of the velvet night.

The world, a canvas painted so wide,

Each breeze a brushstroke, a secret to confide.

Listen closely, as the whispers begin,

To the endless song of the wandering wind.