A Gentle Breeze
A gentle breeze can't help but please
When do-si-do-ing through the trees.
It moves the air (to who knows where)
With grace, panache, elan and flair.
When I can sit a little bit
And bask within the realm of it
I feel delight and that just might
Inspire me to start to write.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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