You move the papers across the way.
You swoosh, swoosh, swosh, through the trees
And rustle their branches and their leaves.
You work your way through the crown and nature,
On this low cast summerday.
You’re such a sweet thing are you not gentle breeze?
I wrote this as I was sitting outside and there was a cool breeze and it just felt so good and I was inspired to write a poem reflecting how it felt and acknowledging it.