The wind it whispers through the trees Telling tales to the buzzing bees
Of distant lands where no one roams
Of skies that serve as endless homes
Oh wind that dances wild and free Carry my heart across the sea
Through valleys deep and mountains tall
Whisper my name where shadows fall
It hums a tune the earth once knew
Of ancient rivers running true
It bends the grass and lifts the dust It’s more than air it’s more than gust
It plays with clouds a fleeting friend A bond that breaks but doesn’t end
It howls through canyons sharp and wide
A secret voice that never hides
Wispers of the wind
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