The winds, they laugh; they dance through hollow trees,
Playing at clarity—what is it that they seek?
Shadows twist, contorting reality,
Gossamer threads of whispers call to forgotten dreams.
Take this moment, listen—a sigh escapes,
An echo, woven deep within your thoughts,
Is it a friend, a lover, a ghost in the gloaming?
No certainty lies within the fleeting zephyrs.