Whispers of the Wind

Through fleeting clouds, purple and amber gleam,
A cooling breeze dispels the humid haze,
The trees sway soft, and flowers bend in dream,
As twilight weaves its radiant, wondrous blaze.

The clouds drift on, the sun begins to sink,
Its hues would stir the painter’s heart to awe,
A canvas vast, where colors blend and link,
Outshines the art that mortal hands can draw.

Lavender, orange, pink, and yellow blend,
A spectacle of heaven’s sacred art,
Its whispers bid the seeking soul attend,
And find in sky the wisdom of the heart.

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