Whispers of the Ancient Winds

The zephyrs weave tales from forgotten realms,
breath of the ancients, cradle our dreams,
on their invisible wings, they carry our song,
through the valleys of time, where silence hums.

Like echoes of lullabies pristine and pure,
they dance upon shadows, tender and sure.
Listen, oh traveler, to the sigh of the night,
for the wind speaks volumes in its transient flight.

Starlit serenades, beneath the pale moon,
weave the fabric of destiny, quiet and attune.
Each gust a whisper of the world's gentle sigh,
eternal winds cradle the night's lullaby.

So wander the shores of this ethereal sea,
where the ancient winds sing, forever free.
Embrace their embrace, and find shelter in sound,
for in echoes of history, solace is found.