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Whispers of the Wind The wind whispers through the trees, A gentle voice in autumn's breeze. It tells of time that slips away, Of golden dawns and ends of day. The river sings a quiet tune, Beneath the silver watchful moon. It hums of journeys far and wide, Of restless hearts and changing tides. The sky is painted soft and bright, A fleeting masterpiece of light. Yet all will fade, as moments do, Like drops of rain in morning dew. But still, the wind will always sing, APaste your rich text content here. You can paste directly from Word or other rich text sources.