Whispers in the Wind

From the highest peak, I've seen the world below,

Generations pass like fleeting clouds.

I watch the sun set and rise, each day a story told,

People come and go, their lives but whispers in my vast embrace.

Though silent, I hold their memories,

Etched in the winds and stones.

Whispers in the wind, they echo through the trees,

In my heart, their stories never fade.

Eons of time, yet I remain still,

Guardian of tales, keeper of will.

Each leaf that falls, a memory sealed,

In my arms, their whispers are held.

Though silent, I hold their memories,

Etched in the winds and stones.

Whispers in the wind, they echo through the trees,

In my heart, their stories never fade.

Though silent, I hold their memories,

Etched in the winds and stones.

Whispers in the wind, they echo through the trees,

In my heart, their stories never fade.