Gentle whispers through the trees,
Carrying secrets on the breeze,
Tales of love and loss and life,
Moments of joy, seasons of strife.
The wind knows all our hidden dreams,
Nothing is quite as it seems,
In the rustling of the leaves,
The heart believes what it perceives.
So listen close when breezes blow,
They tell us what we need to know,
In every gust, in every sigh,
The wind remembers how to fly.