Sweet, sweet, compelling breeze
Flowing, flowing twrds the streets.
Whispering, tickling the honeybees
Smiling at the birds and beasts.

Caring, soothing, devoid of greed
Chucking at the world so neat.
Acting like a friend in need
Whispering, whispering the words of peace.

And, oh! When it reaches the fields
It smiles thoughtfully in the lush indeed.
It cuddles, comforts, and moves through trees,
Telling the woods it's adventurous need
But while it reaches the mountains peak,
It takes in it in the pine seeds,
And burst happily into deep orange spring.

I yearned for health, I yearned for peace
But never knew that a breeze could heal!