58. Wind, clouds, and songs.

Floating through the clouds, Becoming the gentle breeze, Stealing away all the sorrows of the world, Lightly as it goes. On a hill bathed in sunlight, Songs echo far and wide, Songs echo far and wide, Awakening the hidden joys, Deep within the heart. Like a bird soaring in the sky, Free to follow my heart's desires, Walking upon the clouds, Dreaming in shades of blue. The wind whispers quietly, Telling its stories, And today, that song, Embraces me again. Following the clouds, flying To the ends of the earth on a journey, In the whispers of the wind, Searching for hidden dreams. Melting all worries In the sunlight reflected on the river, When the wind blows, It signals a new beginning. Growing tall like the towering trees, My heart grows too,