Ethereal Breath

Invisible yet powerful, the wind whispers secrets untold,

Its gentle caress, a silent dance, a story to be unfold.

It weaves through trees, painting melodies in the air,

A symphony of nature, a symphony so rare.

It carries the scent of meadows and blooming flowers,

A delicate fragrance that lingers for hours.

It whispers of distant lands and faraway shores,

Of ancient legends and forgotten lores.

The wind is a magician, a master of disguise,

It howls and whispers, it laughs and cries.

It molds the clouds into shapes of wonder,

A canvas of dreams, a canvas to ponder.

So listen closely to the ethereal breath,

For in its whispers lie the mysteries of life and death.

Embrace its ever-changing, ever-moving grace,

And let it lead you to a higher place.