Gently Blows the Breeze

Gently Blows the Breeze

Gently blows the breeze,

I watch the swaying trees,

Breathing deeply here and now,

In, out, as I know how.

Gently blows the breeze.

Mother Nature pleas:

"Come hither. Walk with me.

Set mind and spirit free."

Gently blows the breeze,

I rise, walking with ease;

I observe grazing deer,

I ask, I listen, I hear.

Gently blows the breeze;

I know what peace is.

My heart soars like birds above,

Connected to all with love.

Gently blows the breeze,

My quiet time does cease,

I emerge, fully aware,

That a bear sits in my chair.

Author: Edward Dzitko

Photo: Mark Basarab on Unsplash