Whispering Winds Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the cradle of the ancient trees,
Where the whispering winds do play,
The spirit of the wild runs free,
Untamed, untouched by the hands of clay.

It dances in the golden sun,
On rivers' edge and mountain crest,
A symphony of life begun,
In nature's heart, it finds its rest.

Through the valley and the moor,
It breathes in every living thing,
The cry of wolf, the eagle's soar,
The forest's soul, the thrush that sings.

In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
It weaves its tale in silent streams,
A force unseen, yet always nigh,
The essence of our waking dreams.

O spirit wild, forever true,
In every leaf and starry night,
You call to hearts that once we knew,
A bond with earth, our primal right.

So let us hear your ancient song,
And feel your pulse in every vein,
For in your strength, we all belong,
To the wild that lives within our name.