The touch of a soft breeze
The touch of a soft breeze, a whisper so light,
Dancing through trees in the softest of night.
It brushes the skin like a lover's sweet kiss,
Carrying with it a moment of bliss.
It stirs the leaves in a gentle embrace,
A cool breath of nature, a delicate grace.
It plays with the hair, so wild and untamed,
A fleeting caress that cannot be named.
It sweeps o’er the meadow, the grass standing tall,
A tender reminder that we’re part of it all.
With each passing gust, the world seems to slow,
The soft breeze a message, a secret to know.
It lifts the scent of jasmine and pine,
A fragrance that lingers, both ancient and fine.
It kisses the cheeks of the sun-warmed earth,
Awakening memories, bringing rebirth.
In its fleeting embrace, all worries take flight,
The heart finds its peace in the stillness of night.
The touch of a soft breeze, so fleeting, so true,
Whispers of calm in a world that feels new.
It travels the oceans, the mountains, the skies,
A messenger carrying nature’s soft sighs.
A moment of stillness, where time can’t intrude,
Where hearts beat as one, in serene solitude.
So let the soft breeze brush against your skin,
And feel the world’s quiet magic begin.
For in that brief touch, so gentle, so free,
You’ll find a connection, a whisper of thee.