Whispers of the Wind

The mountains, they rise to the sky, A sight that makes my heart fly. They stand with strength and endless high, And teach me to never be shy. The trees, they whisper secrets wise, A language that's hidden from our eyes. They share their knowledge with such pride, And invite me to join the ride. The rivers, they flow with endless grace, A force that can never be erased. They carry life to every place, And teach me to trust in the chase. The clouds, they paint the sky with art, A canvas that moves with every heart. They show me how to play my part, And remind me of the magic of the start. I am the mountains, the trees, the rivers, The clouds that dance with gentle shivers. I am the stories that deliver, And all the beauty that makes me quiver. Short