Poem on nature: "Whispers of the Wind"

Through open fields and rolling hills,

Where nature sings and time stands still,

I hear the whispers of the wind,

A gentle voice that softly rescinds.

It tells tales of ancient lands,

Where history weaves its golden strands,

From distant shores to mountain peaks,

The wind's secrets, the soul it seeks.

With every gust, it carries a sigh,

Of forgotten dreams and lullabies,

It dances through trees with graceful flair,

Caressing leaves, in the cool, crisp air.

In whispering breeze, I hear the tale,

Of lovers' vows, as they set sail,

Their promises whispered in twilight's glow,

Carried by the wind, to places unknown.

It shares the songs of distant shores,

Where waves crash upon sandy floors,

Seagulls soar on salty breezes,

Echoing the wind's melodic teases.

Through canyons deep, it howls and moans,

A symphony played on nature's stones,

An ancient chorus that never ends,

Guiding wanderers around the bends.

On silent nights, when stars adorn,

The wind's voice sings, soft and forlorn,

It carries wishes upon its breath,

Whispering hopes of life's sweetest depth.

Oh, whispers of the wind, enchanting and free,

Revealing secrets to those who will see,

In your ethereal embrace, I find solace and grace,

A gentle reminder of life's fleeting pace.

So, let the wind's whispers be your guide,

As it tells stories from far and wide,

Embrace its touch upon your skin,

And let its secrets take you within.