"I Whispered to the Wind"

I whispered to the wind,  that I know someone so beautiful,  the trees bow to her in gratitude—  yet she walks unaware.  She moves in silence,  but with the conviction of the earth itself.  Her beauty is not loud,  but gentle—rooted in innocence.  It blooms like spring’s first light,  soft enough to hush the stars.  The moon, the sun, and the stars  bear witness to her grace.  I whispered to the wind  to tell the day:  her radiance outshines the sun.  I whispered to the wind  to tell the night:  her beauty dims a million stars.  I whispered to the sun:  many hearts will fall for her,  and many more will break—  and her beauty will stand  as silent witness to them all.  And when the wind returns to me,  carrying whispers from the sky,  it will speak of a woman  whose beauty was never just seen—  it was felt,  etched into the rhythm of the world,  like a secret melody  only the soul could hear.