The Whisper of the Wind

The Whisper of the Wind

She dances unseen through the tall, swaying trees,
A silver song weaving through branches with ease
She tells the secret of ancient times,
With a voice like silk and a laugh like chimes.

She teases the laundry on tired lines,
And whistles through keyholes in playful signs.
A traveller bold,with endless skies,
She carries the world’s unheard goodbyes.

But beware when anger darkens her face,
She storms through cities, leaves no trace.
Yet always, she returns with peace,
A soft caress, a sweet release.

The wind is wild, yet strangely kind.
Restless soul, to whom no chain can bind.