The Wind and the Breeze

I, the wind, will blow you a kiss
And everyday I’ll never miss
A chance to beckon the breeze
And ask her to pretty please
Cool your neck and wipe your brow.
Then together we’ll remind you how
To stop and see what really counts;
Like worry free days in large amounts;
Like mellow meadows of flowers and birds;
Like selfless ways and sensitive words;
Like painless moves and painless minds;
Take note of us for we’re God’s signs…

I, the wind and my sister, the breeze.
Listen as we whisper, pretty please.

poem by Gregory Huyette
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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