Whispers of the Wind

Wind, you glide through skies so blue,

Whispering secrets, old and new.

Gentle touch upon my skin,

Soft and cool, where to begin?

Through the trees, you weave and play,

Chasing clouds along the way.

In the fields, you dance with ease,

Bringing whispers from the seas.

Morning breeze or evening sigh,

Wind, you drift and gently fly.

Nature's voice, so clear and kind,

Wind, your song is peace I find.