Tales of Winds

Invisible yet omnipresent,

The wind whispers secrets ancient,

Carrying tales of distant lands,

In its gentle, ephemeral hands.

Zephyr dances through the trees,

A symphony of nature's pleas,

Invisible fingers brushing skin,

Creating a sense of wonder within.

It whispers of forgotten dreams,

And distant echoes of silent screams,

A lover's sigh, a lost goodbye,

In its embrace, we all shall lie.

The wind, a mystical force indeed,

Bringing life to every seed,

A conductor of the elements,

In its presence, we find our recompense.

So let the zephyrs sing their song,

A melody that's been here all along,

And with each breath, we feel its grace,

The wind, a timeless embrace.