The Passing Breeze of Awakening
The passing breeze of awakening
has fluttered by many a time.
Yet still so many are asleep,
oblivious to the sublime.
They wander as if asleep in dreams
and live a life with little meaning.
Why can’t they wake and smell spring’s fragrance,
hear spring’s croon and see her greening?
It’s spring that brings us life anew
and paints the blossoms on the trees.
Open your eyes, oh, you who sleep.
Awaken to the kiss of the passing breeze.
Not only eyes, but ears and mouth.
Open them up. Hear and taste of bliss.
Don’t let that sweet breeze pass you by.
Awaken and imbibe its heady kiss.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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