Wind
The wind, a symphony of whispers,
caresses the earth with a tender touch,
carrying the fragrance of nature’s embrace,
A lullaby that soothes the restless soul.
The breeze, a graceful dancer,
Twirling and twirling, a captivating ballet,
Weaving through the branches, an airy sway,
Painting the world with her airy grace.
The gusts, a messenger of untold stories,
bearing tidings and dreams from distant lands,
whispering secrets in a language all its own,
Echo through time, an eternal suitor.
The wind, a silent courier,
crossing the vast expanses without a care,
carrying the voices of past, present and future,
reminding us so much of the beauty of the world.
In the still of the night, he sings a lullaby,
soothing the restless souls reaching for the sky,
caresses the cheek, a gentle, comforting touch,
like a woman’s hand, soothing and true.
The wind, a force of nature, gentle and strong,
writing an eternal song,
dancing with the clouds, a graceful pas de deux,
painting the canvas of the sky like a masterpiece.
Through valleys and hills, bearing change,
announcing new seasons, a rearrangement,
whispering hope, dreams yet unrealized,
inspiring us to look to the future with eyes wide open.
The wind, a companion, a faithful friend,
guiding us through the journey to the end,
carrying echoes of laughter, with tears of sadness,
caressing our hearts, a story to tell.
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