The wind whispers secrets in my earOf far-off lands, and memories so dearA gentle breeze that rustles my hairAnd carries scents of blooms beyond compare In its soft sighs, I hear a gentle toneA language known, to the heart aloneA symphony of sighs and moans and sighsThat echoes deep, within my soul‘s surprise With every gust, a tale unfoldsOf distant shores, where stories are toldOf love and loss, of joy and strifeAnd the wind’s wild heart, that beats like life In its wild whispers, I find my peaceA sense of freedom, my soul releasesFor in its breath, I hear a gentle voiceThat guides me home, to a heartfelt choice.