Whispers of the Wind

Ah, whispers of the wind, a silent psalm,
Through branching limbs it weaves its gentle threads.
The leaves converse with sighing, soft aplomb,
And secrets shared in rustling sighs are spread.
From lofty heights to roots in earthen bed,
The wind speaks wisdom in its silent charm,
Caressing grief, with gentle breath instead,
A soothing balm on wounds that hint of harm.
It carries tales of lovers, lost and found,
Of journeys taken on the tides of time,
In breathless gasp, in laughter's merry sound,
The wind enfolds their stories in its rhyme.