Once upon a breezy day,
The wind whispered secrets of play.
Invisible flutes and trumpets hid,
Playing tunes the clouds just slid.
Louder now, a symphony bright,
Rainbow notes dance in the light.
Can you hear them, soft yet bold?
Stories of wind, yet to be told.
Close your eyes, open your heart,
Let the echo and rhythm start.
Follow the breeze, soft as a sigh,
Let its gentle music fly high.
Journey further into the breeze:
Whispering Woods
Melody Dance