Whispers of the Wind 🌬️

The wind came walking through the trees, A silent song, a hush with ease, It kissed the leaves with secrets old, In tales that never dared be told. It wandered past the sleeping hill, Where time itself had once stood still, And brushed the stream with gentle care, A lullaby hung in the air. The stars looked down with silver eyes, Reflecting dreams in velvet skies, The moon, a lantern in the deep, Watched over fields that fell asleep. In every breeze, a story flies, Of broken hearts or lovers’ ties, Of hopes reborn or shadows cast, Of moments fleeting, never past. So listen close when night is thin— There’s magic in the whispering wind, A voice that only few may hear, But all who do will hold it dear. Let me know if you'd like a poem on a specific theme—love, loss, dreams, motivation, nature, etc.—and I’ll tailor it for you! 🌙📜