Whispering Winds

Where do the winds go, I often wonder,

As they rustle through the trees, or dance over yonder?

They carry secrets of distant lands,

And tales of adventures written in sands.

They whisper of mountains, majestic and grand,

Where eagles soar high, surveying the land.

Through valleys they glide, with a gentle embrace,

Caressing the flowers with their delicate grace.

They gather the fragrance of blossoms in bloom,

From gardens afar, where roses consume.

They sweep over oceans, vast and untamed,

Caressing the waves with a playful refrain.

They whisk through the cities, bustling and bright,

Carrying laughter and dreams through the night.

They dance with the leaves, in an autumnal waltz,

Creating a symphony, where nature exalts.

They journey through forests, where secrets reside,

Whispering ancient tales, with a mystical stride.

They carry the voices of ancestors past,

Their stories and wisdom, forever to last.

And as they travel, with a purpose unknown,

They bring a sense of wanderlust, to all they have known.

For in their travels, they find a way,

To bring distant worlds closer, day by day.

So let the winds guide you, wherever you roam,

Embrace their whispers, as they lead you home.

For they carry the stories of lands far away,

And with every gust, a new adventure they convey.