A Beautiful Breeze

When you're sitting in the field,
all alone
wondering, when the breeze blows,
what you feel
when it brushes against your face,
the cool, crispfeeling
the smell,
fresh,
cold, relaxing feeling
or
how it makes that soft whistling in your ear
as it brushes against your face softly,
taking all your fears away,
getting lost in memories,
memories that make you smile,
opening you eyes to a beautiful sunset
looking at the beauty of colors as the sun goes
down,
feeling the breeze one last time,
before you go,
but,
not your last,
foe you will be back
to tell the story of
A Beautiful Breeze.

by - Felicia K.