Symphony of the Night"

Harp the Wind, with fingers light,
Plays upon the strings of night.
A melody that softly sings,
As through the trees the music rings.

The leaves dance with each gentle note,
As the wind begins to float.
The branches sway, the earth alive,
As the wind begins to thrive.

The rhythm grows, the tempo quick,
As the wind becomes more slick.
Its fingers fly, the strings alive,
As the night comes more alive.

With each note, a story told,
Of love and loss, of young and old.
A symphony of life and death,
As the wind takes its last breath.

The music fades, the night grows still,
As the wind completes its final thrill.
The harp the wind, with fingers light,
Played its song, on this peaceful night.