WHEN BREEZES PLAY
have you taken the time to watch the wind,
on a cool cloudy day when everyone’s in?
when there’s no one to talk about our see,
she dances with the trees.
running through fields of grain,
she combs a waving mane.
then, riding through the city behind a cloud,
she teases the windows ’til they rattle out loud
she knows that a cool cloudy day,
is her only time to play.
for tomorrow, when the sun is on the trees
she’ll have to be a gentle summer breeze.