Softly spoken winds, whispers of the meadow
Touch the veils unseen, in golden light aglow
Mirage dances, promises in lustrous hue
Step into this realm, where dreams compose anew

The grass, a sea of emerald waves beneath bare feet
Echoes of laughter, hidden stories bittersweet
A spectral guide without form leads along
Through paths uncertain, a continuous song

Footprints on sand, only to vanish again,
A symphony of silence as the unseen rain
Falls in measured rhythm upon the whispering green
Step lightly here, where the light plays between

Tombs of flowers bloom, in fragrance as they sigh
In unseen corridors, layers of time die
The wind's breath a cradle, rocking hazy visions
Follow the paths unfollowed, the soul's own decision