WHISPERS OF WIND

Whispers of Wind 
Her footsteps fall, a gentle, rhythmic beat,
On paths where sunbeams and leaves intermeet.
The air, crisp wine, awakens her soul,
As trees stand tall, their stories untold.

Sunlight through leaves, a stained glass display,
Paints dappled light on her determined way.
Each breath, a balm, erasing yesterday's sting,
With every stride, her spirit takes wing.

The wind whispers secrets, the forest understands,
Of brokenness healed, by strong, loving hands.
This queen, unburdened, finds peace she can claim,
In the rhythm of nature, whispering her name.