Whispers Of The Wind Poem by stajyer stajyer

The wind it sings, so soft, so free,
A fleeting voice through the endless sea.
It dances light on golden waves,
And whispers low in hidden caves.

The morning sun in amber hue,
Paints the sky with shades so true.
Yet even light must fade away,
As stars take hold to end the day.

A drifting leaf, a silent sigh,
A memory lost beneath the sky.
Yet still, the wind will call my name,
And I shall answer, just the same.