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