Zephyr

 
Passing through a bed of flowers
The gentle wind here blows
Ruffling petals in the breeze
With a sweet scent that flows

Wherever the current takes it
From this river to the meadow
Blossoms dance with vibrance
A breezy ambiance grows

The posies are an assortment
Some red, some pink, some yellow
Grateful for mother nature’s gifts
All that I can see from my window