Acknowledging the Breeze

The Breeze whispers, Caressing gently into my ears, Sharing secrets and gossips, An oracle, a seer. It tingles my spine, Telling me of a joyous dream, As the Sun set from behind, Bridging seasons, from fall to spring. Where flowers bloom, Green leaves sway in display, Before the withering tune, Start browning and decay, The Breeze feels it all, Seasons that change, As the leaves starts to fall, In dryness or in rain. A travelling wisdom, Through oceans and caves, Touching each of us in freedom, Invisible roads it paves. The breath of our home, Enjoy in its dance, Don't let the moment pass on, It may be your only chance.