I snatched a leaf from its branch mid-dance, then set it free to whirl,
I whispered secrets through the pines, echoing in their needle veils,
I stirred the lake’s surface into ripples, cradling a sailboat’s dream;
I raced across golden wheat fields, making them bow in waves of gold,
I nudged a kite higher into the blue, teased a river over smooth stones,
I gathered dust from forgotten paths and painted the sunset’s haze,
I tugged at a child’s balloon string, sent it soaring wild,
I snapped a twig from an ancient oak, then softened to a sigh,
Weary and whimsical, drifting to linger in quiet corners,
Rustling leaves like forgotten thoughts.
