Sky

a gentle wind, a breeze
slips over
around...along the ground
through clover

moving in a stream
caressed by
touching sunlight's beams
in Earth's sky

it tiptoes through the grass
and bushes
rustling all that's passed
it whooshes

between what came before
and after
in the evermore
there's  laughter

where happiness is free
for taking
I am you are me
we're making

a gentle wind, a breeze
slip over
around...along the ground
through clover

move in unseen streams
caressed by
touching sunlight's beams
in Earth's sky