The kind breeze

Welcome breeze plays quietly outside
Moving gently and softly like a wing
Feeling so soft like a touch of peach
We are safe and allow her to touch our cheeks

The beautiful orange and red leaves on trees love her kindness
In the spring time the breeze comforts the transformed catterpilars
It is soft and never wild creating a magical comfort
It helps the birds that sweep delightfully through our sky

When darkness fills our heart and hearts lose sparkle, the breeze is there
When we desire a piece of calm gentle movement is there
When joy isn't present the breeze circles the red roses
When rain makes a shadow the subtle softness is free to take our hand