The Wind Turbine's Silent Song

I stand, a pioneer, a titan of the air, 

My towering form, a sentinel of care. 

Born of bold vision, hammered into steel, 

A hopeful dream, for future worlds to heal. 

My early days, a murmur, soft and low, 

Met with a skepticism, slow to go. 

"A folly vast!" they cried, "A metal blight!" 

Yet I embraced the dawn, and challenged night.

My blades, now gleaming, catch the morning's sigh, 

And dance a tireless waltz against the sky. 

A silent song, a tireless, rhythmic hum, 

As tireless currents to my purpose come. 

The whispered secrets of the rushing breeze, 

Converted, captured, flowing through the trees. 

I feel the land around me, slowly mend, 

The carbon shadows lift, the cycle blend 

With clean-born energy, a gentle, unseen might, 

Igniting homes, dispelling ancient night. 

I watch the clouds drift, hear the river sigh, 

And feel the cleansing power, passing by.

I've seen the human gaze, once filled with doubt, 

Transform to wonder, as the seasons rout 

The old suspicions, with a clearer view, 

Of what sustained effort can truly do. 

The fields I overlook, now greener, bright, 

Bathed in the glow of my created light. 

I dream of kin, a vast, majestic throng, 

Across the plains, where all my sisters strong 

Will blanket horizons, spinning, ever free, 

A silent monument to what can be. 

A cleaner earth, a promise whispered, kept, 

As ancient doubts across the landscape slept.

- Khushi Kaul