Echoes of the Wind

In the shadows of the night, a sound softly drifts,

A melody pure and sweet, on the air it lifts.

It sings of freedom, of boundless flight,

Of dreams that soar, shimmering in the moonlight.

A whistle, so haunting, it pierces the soul,

The call of the wind, its secrets untold.

It whispers of journeys, of far-off lands,

Of oceans uncharted, of endless sands.

The notes ring out, clear and true,

A siren's song, captivating and new.

It weaves a tale of forgotten lore,

Of ancient wisdom from times of yore.

So listen close, to the whistle's refrain,

And let it guide you, through joy and pain.

For in its echo, you'll find the key,

To unlock the mysteries of eternity.