#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King.

Whispers of secrets, enchanting and free,
In the twilight's embrace, they danced with glee,
Softly they whispered tales of ancient lore,
As moonbeams painted patterns on the forest floor.

The breeze gently whispered of love's sweetest song,
A melody woven, gentle and strong,
Each word like a feather, caressing the air,
Carried by zephyrs with a tender care.

As petals of dreams fell from the starry night,
The swing swayed in rhythm,...