Nick_Langford

Breeze


Gentle whispers through the air,
What exciting news you bring!
To sway the trees of sturdy pine
And make dance the maple's leaves.


Tumbling growth in tides of passing
mewing winds that tread the hills
where rustling ebbs of autumn colour
fall from shredding canopies.


the song of bird drifts high above
calling the goddess of the earth
Her golden orbs light the sleepy morn
Before sending a gentle shower in which to slumber



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