The wind whispers through the ancient pines

Carrying scents of forgotten times

It bends the grass it stirs the sea

A fleeting voice calling to be free

Through narrow valleys and endless plains

The wind carves paths where none remain

Its touch is light its song profound

In every gust eternity is found

Leaves take flight borne on its wings

A scattered dance where freedom sings

It speaks to mountains silent and grand

A promise written across the land

No chains can hold its restless call

No walls contain its rise and fall

The winds promise lies in its flight

A boundless journey into the night