The Whisper of the Wind Chimes

Outside the window, where the breezes play,
The wind chimes sway, a gentle, silver sound.
They whisper secrets from the passing day,
And harmonize with peace that can be found.

Their tinkling song, a voice from far beyond,
Carries the news of skies both clear and gray,
A subtle message, beautifully conned,
Of changing seasons, on their gentle way.

They speak of sunshine, warm and soft and bright,
Of distant storms that gather on the breeze,
And blend their melody with indoor light,
A soothing rhythm through the ancient trees.

They are the breath of nature, light and free,
A gentle interaction, soft and low,
Connecting private haven, for all to see,
With all the wonders that the outside shows.

They tell of birdsong, carried on the air,
Of rustling leaves, and blossoms newly born,
A constant presence, banishing all care,
From early morning, to the fading morning.

This whisper of the wind chimes, soft and deep,
A gentle passage, marking every hour,
The silent promises our spirits keep,
Within the comfort of our sheltered power.

They harmonize with life, a sweet refrain,
A timeless melody, both soft and clear,
Bringing the outside world, through sun and rain,
A gentle comfort, always, ever near.

- Khushi Kaul