Whispers of the wind through a field of golden wheat,
Nature’s symphony, so pure and sweet.
A gentle dance, the stalks sway and bend,
The breeze carries tales that the fields lend.
In the quiet moments, secrets are told,
The rustling leaves, stories of old.
Whispers of the past echo through the land,
Unraveling mysteries so grand.
The sun-kissed waves, a golden hue,
Embracing the earth, a love so true.
Whispers of the wind, a lullaby so mild,
Mother Nature’s magic, nature’s child.
In the stillness of twilight, a hush in the air,
Whispers of the wind, a silent prayer.
Carrying wishes to the stars above,
Filling the hearts with hope and love.
As the moonlight glows, the whispers grow strong,
A serenade of nature’s immortal song.
Through the fields of gold, the wind whispers clear,
A lullaby of peace, dispelling all fear.