The Breeze
The Breeze
I like it when the breeze strums the tree's leaves
It takes my mind away for a while
I love it when the breeze hits me and the tree's, while we sweat
I can feel myself when the sound touches my ear
I can finally relax my slaves
The brain nerves
I can finally stop thinking and just breathe the thin, soft and cool air
It would give my lungs a delight
And overwhelm me
As
I like it when the breeze strums the tree's leaves.