In the still of night, the wind began to sing
A melody soft, like the flutter of wings
It carried tales from mountains high
And secrets whispered to the sky
“Do you hear me?” the wind would sigh
“I’ve seen the world through an endless eye
From golden fields to oceans deep
I cradle dreams while others sleep”
Oh, wandering wind, where do you go?
Through endless paths, in sun or snow
You bring the calm, you stir the flame
Yet leave no trace, no name to claim
It danced through valleys, kissed the trees
A fleeting guest on every breeze
Its voice, a hymn of joy and sorrow
A gentle guide to each tomorrow
“I move with time, but never stay
I shape the dunes, I guide the stray
In every whisper, truths unfold
A story new, yet ages old”
Oh, wandering wind, where do you go?
Through endless paths, in sun or snow
You bring the calm, you stir the flame
Yet leave no trace, no name to claim
The wind reminds us: life must flow
To cling too tight is to never grow
Its gentle touch, a fleeting kiss
Teaches us to find our bliss
Oh, wandering wind, carry me far
Beyond the hills, past every star
Your timeless song, a soothing cry
A guide beneath the endless sky