of grass, of trees, of the evening sky.
The gentle breeze carries a chorus . . .
of children laughing and birds passing by.
The flowing air encompasses me,
moving in and out and all around.
It releases my soul from its flesh;
no longer are my emotions bound.
The neighboring houses fade from sight
though in my memory there they'll be.
The wind tempts me away yet begs me to stay,
keeping me here yet making me free.
The gentle breeze brings me nostalgia . . .
though my home is still here.
The gentle breeze is my reminder . . .
of a place that's both near and dear.
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