ON THE BREATH OF A BREEZE

ON THE BREATH OF A BREEZE

                        On the breath of a breeze

Come the whirling dead leaves.

With a scurrying sound,

They will hurry around.

To the rhythms of air

They will dance everywhere.

While the birds on the wind

Take the air as their friend.

Then they fly up on high

As the ride the wide sky;

As they rise through the blue

Till they’re lost to our view.

And the clouds float on through

Puffs of white in far blue.

Slowly changing they flow

In the hot sun’s full glow,

Ever flowing on by,

Through far, boundless, bright sky.

For the earth needs this show

Of the air that can flow

To refresh all the ranges,

All the plains, with its changes,

To be rustling the trees

With the restless, free breeze…

And to roll on the courses

Of the clouds with their forces

Of the rain and the storm

That bring life, newly born,

To the seeds and green leaves

With the breath of a breeze.