Phantom Breath

Invisible, yet ever present,

The wind whispers secrets untold,

Caressing the earth with its gentle touch,

A ghostly dancer, graceful and bold.

It whispers through the trees,

A lullaby of ancient tales,

Carrying memories of the past,

And visions of distant trails.

It whistles through the valleys,

Echoing a mournful cry,

A haunting melody of sorrow,

That pierces through the sky.

It howls through the canyons,

A fierce and wild beast,

Unleashing its power and fury,

As it circles and sweeps.

The wind, a phantom breath,

Mysterious and unseen,

A force of nature's beauty,

A dreamer's wild dream.

So listen closely, dear reader,

To the symphony of the wind,

For in its ghostly whispers,

A world of wonders lies within.