Feel the winds, they rise and fall, A whisper, a call through it all. From land to sea, they break and bend, The endless dance, we chase the wind. As the sun ignites the land’s warm glow, The air ascends, the currents flow. Cooler winds begin to sweep, Through valleys low and mountains steep. They carry whispers, untold tales, Across the seas and stormy gales From heated ground, the wind takes flight, Through day and dusk, through endless night. The tides of air, they come alive, In every gust, in every drive. We stand beneath the skies’ great span, And chase the wind, where it began.