Breeze Blows

Breeze Blows through my hair

The breeze blows through my hair:
I am captivated by the air.
The sky so blue.
The clouds like cotton.
The sun melting the dew
and creating the shadows
onto the meadows.

The trees in the meadows
So tall, so handsome.
Having been there for years
They show no signs of fear.
As the breeze blows through their veins,
They become so vain.
When the breeze blows sweet nothing
Through the course of their life.
They show no signs of strife.