In whispered breath, the east wind sighs,Through fields and forests, it softly flies.A gentle force, yet fierce and free,It whispers secrets to the sea.With rustling leaves and swirling dust,It dances lightly, in a quiet gust.From distant lands, it carries tales,Of ancient mountains and hidden trails.In spring, it brings the scent of bloom,Awakening earth from winter's gloom.In summer's heat, it offers cool relief,A soothing balm, to calm the thief.In autumn's grasp, it paints the skies,With hues of gold and fiery dyes.And when winter comes, with frosty chill,It whispers dreams, serene and still.Oh, east wind, keeper of mysteries untold,In your embrace, we find solace and hold.Forever wandering, forever free,A timeless spirit, across land and sea.