The Voices of the Wind

The wind whispers through the silent trees,
A soft, elusive song carried on the breeze.
It speaks in tongues of those now gone,
Echoing stories at the break of dawn.

Each gust, a tale that once was bright,
Now fades into the fading light.
The voices rise and fall like waves,
A dance of souls, both lost and brave.

A lover's laughter, faint and sweet,
A mother’s lullaby, soft and neat.
The cries of warriors, bold and strong,
All blend together in wind’s song.

The wind remembers every tear,
Every dream, every quiet fear.
It carries the weight of whispered prayers,
Of joy and sorrow, hopes and cares.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The wind will never say goodbye.
It keeps the stories of the past,
A tapestry too vast, too vast.

With every breeze, a memory flies,
A fleeting shadow in the skies.
And if you listen close enough,
You’ll hear the voices—soft, but tough.

For life is but a fleeting flame,
A whisper lost, a forgotten name.
Yet in the wind, they still remain,
Carrying the echoes of joy and pain.

So when the wind begins to stir,
Pause and listen, for sure,
You’ll hear the voices, wise and grand,
Telling tales of a far-off land.

- Khushi Kaul