Gentle Morning Breeze

GENTLE MORNING BREEZE Gentle morning breeze With ease you always blow The softness you bring always pleases Even the troubled of soul With my bed by the window side Cold chilly freezy breeze you you bring The whistling pine trees whistle in styles As the mockingbird go on and sing "Who does not love my touch",she asked I come before the winter draw nigh I am the lovely breeze of course All stress of night I blow away as I blow with love          I really want you to know that I value you Julie and I am sorry for making you sad.