Gentle Breeze

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In the whisper of trees, a gentle breeze appears,
Caressing my face, alleviating all my fears.
It dances through the meadows, with grace and ease,
A soothing touch, like a tender, loving squeeze.

It carries the fragrance of flowers in bloom,
Whispering secrets, dispelling any gloom.
With every gentle gust, it whispers a tale,
Of distant lands and dreams that never fail.

Oh, gentle breeze, how you bring such delight,
Cooling the warmth of the sun’s radiant light.
You sway the tall grasses, like a lullaby,
Inviting tranquility, as the day passes by.

Through open windows, you tiptoe inside,
Bringing a sense of calm, on this gentle ride.
I close my eyes and let your soft ripples embrace,
As you gently caress, leaving a smile on my face.

So, let the gentle breeze guide me along,
To a place where serenity and peace belong.
With each breath, I feel a sense of release,
Thank you, gentle breeze, for your sweet embrace.