The Whispering Wind

The whispering wind, it calls to me,

A voice that speaks with gentle glee,

It tells of stories, of lands far and near,

And it sings of love that's always sincere.

It moves with grace, and it whispers soft,

A soothing breeze that calms the oft,

It brings a peace that's always near,

And a light that always shines clear.

The whispering wind, it carries dreams,

Of far-off lands and magical streams,

It speaks of hope and faith to be,

And of a future that's always free.

It whispers secrets of the heart,

And carries them to worlds apart,

It speaks of love that's always true,

And of the joy that comes anew.

The whispering wind, it carries a song,

A melody that's always long,

It sings of love and hope and joy,

And of a peace that's always coy.

It moves with grace, and it whispers soft,

A soothing breeze that calms the oft,

It brings a peace that's always near,

And a light that always shines clear.

So let the whispering wind carry you away,

To lands of dreams and hope and play,

For it speaks of love that's always true,

And of a light that's always new.