Our World Weather/Seasons

Sweet is the freshness of the breeze

    Whose fingers touch my cheek;

Who stirs the air on mountain ridge

     And waters in the creek.

 

You whisper song into the clouds

    And gently rustle trees.

Your coolness calms the heat of day -

    With tenderness, cool breeze.

 

Sweet is the freshness of the breeze

    That agitates the wheat –

And then you gently steal away,

     For your work is quite complete.

 

 

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