The Breeze
Please gentle, calm and sweet Breeze.
That stems from off the sea,
Breeze my spirit gently and calmly,
And bring to me softly
Thoughts and dreams of kinder times past
When I was young and had a gentler soul..
Visible only through the dance and skip of the weary leaves and trees.
She is the big beautiful Breeze. Miss Breeze.
She is the nice sweet, calming, welcomed, and welcoming Breeze,
Like a good old buddy. What would I do without the breeze?
How could I survive without herdear quiet ever presence.
Thank God for her....for here sweet refreshing tatse and kindly spirit.
leaves and trees.
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