Wind People's Poetic Whispers Poem by James McLain

In whispered secrets, they come alive,
The Wind People, ethereal and wise.
Their forms unseen, but presence felt,
A dance of breezes, where mysteries lay.

They ride the currents, swift and free,
Through golden fields and by the sea.
Their laughter sings in gentle gusts,
Caressing leaves, that nature trusts.

With whispered sighs, they tell their tales,
Of ancient lands and distant trails.
Their voices carry dreams untold,
Across the world, both young and old.

Through rustling trees, they weave their lore,
Their essence lingers, forevermore.
The Wind People, enchanting and grand,
Guiding us with their gentle hand.

So listen closely when zephyrs sing,
For in their whispers, wisdom rings.
The Wind People, guardians of the air,
Invisible spirits, none can compare.