Once an echo, now a breath, carrying secrets untold.
What sings with a voice of silence,
Echoing in the embrace of trees
And weaving tales through trembling leaves?
Listen close to the riddle of the wind,
For it knows the dance of forgotten dreams.
A symphony of soft sighs, a canvas of wandering thoughts.
The answer lies where footsteps fade,
In the lull of twilight's hush.