Whispering Wind.

Beneath the azure sky, by the tranquil lake's embrace, Where pines stand tall, their needles whispering grace, A fragrance drifts, a symphony of nature's art, A scent of pine and water, etching memories in the heart.

Amidst the pines, where the lake's edge meets the morn, A fragrant ballet of nature, a scent is born, A 'whisperingwind' carries secrets through the air, Pine's sweet embrace, a symphony so rare.