The Breeze Amongst a Willow
The breeze moves to and fro amongst the Weeping Willow tree
and like fingers that are stroking,
the branches slowly sway and caress the grass.
I watch the breeze make music while this tree does slowly dance
and like a hand that gently soothes,
my soul is quietly calmed
and I am gently rocked by it's embrace.
So I close my eyes to listen
and it's lullaby brings me peace.
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