The Song of the Wind

The wind is a wanderer, untethered, unbound,
It dances through valleys, it hums without sound.
It whispers in forests, it murmurs on seas,
A song that is carried on invisible breeze.

It gathers the stories of places unknown,
It listens to hearts, it has seen seeds be sown.
From the mountains that rise where the sun paints the skies,
To the plains where the tall grasses quietly sigh.

In the quiet of dawn, where the earth starts to wake,
It carries a tale of the choices we make.
A mother’s soft lullaby, a child’s first prayer,
Echoes of laughter that linger in air.

The wind sweeps through cities, through crowded streets wide,
It picks up the tears of the ones who’ve cried.
It bears the regrets of the ones who have lost,
It dances in silence, not counting the cost.

It sweeps through the deserts, where nothing remains,
But whispers of dreams, and of joy, and of pains.
It cradles the cries of the lonely and wise,
The wind has no age, it cannot disguise.

In the quietest moments, when all seems asleep,
The wind shares the secrets it’s learned from the deep.
It murmurs of lovers whose hearts beat as one,
Of old men who dream of the battles they’ve won.

It whispers of hope that the world cannot see,
It carries the seeds of tomorrow’s decree.
Through forests and fields, across rivers and skies,
The wind spreads a message that never denies.

It knows the truth of the threads that connect,
How every heartbeat is part of the effect.
It touches the lives of the rich and the poor,
The lost and the found, the weary and sure.

The wind carries whispers from places afar,
It brushes the heavens, it dances with stars.
A thread that unites us, though unseen, unspoken,
It carries the breath of the promises broken.

But in each whisper, a message is clear—
That change is a constant, we all must hold dear.
For the wind is a song, a soft, endless hum,
The breath of the earth, where all things come from.

So listen, dear traveler, when the wind blows near,
For its song is the story we all hold so dear.
The wind carries stories of life and of death,
Of joy and of sorrow, of each final breath.

And through all the chaos, the tears, and the grief,
The wind reminds us that change brings relief.
It carries us forward, through all that we’ve known,
The song of the wind is the world’s heart, alone.

- Khushi Kaul