Whispers of the Wind

Whispers of the Wind On a windy evening by the shore, Where the Baltic waves gently roar, I laid my mat upon the sand, With the sun’s warm touch, so grand. The breeze danced through my flowing hair, A gentle caress, a tender care, As I moved through each graceful pose, In nature’s embrace, I found repose. The sun, a golden orb on high, Painted hues across the sky, Its rays a beacon, pure and bright, Guiding my soul into the night. With each breath, the ocean’s song, A rhythm to which I belong, The wind’s whispers, soft and free, Echoed the peace within me. In this sacred space, I stood, A moment of pure, tranquil good, The world around, a serene delight, As day turned softly into night.