LOST BREEZE
Listen to the wind talking to the trees
Asking if it has seen a little breeze
That came that way to warm the air,
No, for we see not just know it’s there.
But said the wind that is my child,
Like me but more gentle and mild,
Sorry, said the trees, you re not there
Just a blowing in the fresh air.
I am real, you must see me,
I am alive as anything can be ,
I’ll ask the flowers they will know,
Flowers where did little breeze go?
We see you not but feel you blow
As across the field you often do go,
The breeze we felt but it faded away
Just at the beginning of this lovely day.
The wind sighed and rushed fast away
Making the trees dance and sway.
Although we never see the wind blowing
We know she is there her strength showing.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 June 2006