The wind, the restless wind, plays through the trees, with laughter and whispers, of secrets it keeps, of tales untold, and dreams unsown, that dance through the leaves and whisper them low.
- Carl Sandburg
The wind, the restless wind, plays through the trees, with laughter and whispers, of secrets it keeps, of tales untold, and dreams unsown, that dance through the leaves and whisper them low.