Breeze: A Poem

Through the air of emptiness,

feeling the coolness from your face,

Your hair flies in the air,

The air whistles with delight.


The trees are waving,

clouds above your head.

They can’t wait to meet you,

They bring their greetings with air.


No restrain for the wind to blow,

No reason to howl.

All it cares is for carrying,

carrying the world along.


The wind blows to remind us,

it blows for us to stay aware,

The breeze will whistle,

whistle with delight.

Breeze: A Poem

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