Amidst the fields, a windmill old,
Its creaking sails of tales untold.
A sentinel of days gone by,
It whispers secrets to the sky.
Beside it stands a turbine tall,
Sleek and modern, answering the call.
With blades that spin, they harness the breeze,
A dance of progress, with effortless ease.
Two icons of the time, they stand as one,
Past and future beneath the sun.
A windmill's charm, a turbine's might,
Together they weave a tale of flight.
