Echoes of the Wind

In the rustling leaves, a whispering sound,

Carried by the breeze, in circles it bounds,

A melody of nature, so pure and so sweet,

A symphony of the wind, that none can beat.

But hark! What is that, a new sound that calls,

A whistle so clear, from afar it recalls,

A tune of mystery, of secrets untold,

A foreign melody, from times of old.

The whistle dances, in the air it plays,

A song of wonder, in mysterious ways,

It captivates all, with its haunting tune,

A spell of enchantment, beneath the moon.

So follow the whistle, to where it may lead,

A journey of magic, for those who heed,

For in its echoes, lies tales untold,

In the whispers of the wind, a story unfolds.