BREEZE:

I´m not the storm so mighty & fierce,

Nor the wind that blows cold to pierce,

I´m just a breeze that wafts & whispers,

Upon which dawn´s dew-drop glisters.

I´m not the gale that blows so hard & cruel,

Nor hurricane leaving scattered winter fuel,

I´m just a fine breeze blowing gentle & soft,

That carries away the drifting feather aloft.

I´m not the blizzard that torments & blinds,

Nor the icy gusts that the cold snow binds,

I´m just a sweet caressing autumnal breeze,

Helping dying leaves off cold-branched trees.

We all blow, softly waft, whisper & gently sway,

We´re all air that visits & then we go on our way,

 I´m not like them, I´m just a little passing breeze,

So don´t look upon me with pity, I ask you please.