Windmill

In the golden fields, where whispers roam,

Stands a mighty sentinel, steadfast and alone,

With arms outstretched, embracing the breeze,

A towering guardian, swaying with ease.

Oh, Windmill! Champion of the open plain,

A dance with the wind, your eternal refrain,

Majestic sails, like wings in flight,

Harnessing the power, imbued with might.

With each gust that sweeps across the land,

You turn and spin, as if in command,

A symphony of motion, a rhythmic display,

Harnessing nature's force, in your own special way.

Oh, Windmill! Witness to seasons gone by,

Your presence a solace 'neath the sunlit sky,

From spring's gentle caress to winter's icy gale,

You endure, unyielding, a tale to unveil.

In your presence, time seems to slow,

As we marvel at the grace you bestow,

A beacon of hope in a world of change,

Standing tall, unwavering, strong and strange.

Oh, Windmill! Silent companion of the land,

You capture our imaginations, hand in hand,

A reminder of simpler days that have passed,

Yet still, your legacy forever will last.

So let the winds blow, and let them be,

The melody that sets your spirit free,

For in your gentle revolution, we find,

A symbol of resilience, forever entwined.

Oh, Windmill! An emblem of harmony's birth,

A testament to the wonders of this Earth,

We salute your tireless, noble endeavor,

And cherish your beauty, now and forever.