Breeze

How gentle and pacifying, I feel the sensational breeze;

Swaying the leaves, tantamount to wiggling,

Kites by the sky, soar high and high,

Green grass in the meadows, gliding by;

The yacht propels its speed and drifts into the ocean,

For the passerby its a blessing,

How gentle and pacifying, I feel the sensational breeze;

Oh! Merrily and happily the pickney during summer,

Flip over the farms and prairies, 

I stand by the massif and rejoice every moment,

A jiff to be sited and hark back to;

I wish the world turns static, motionless,

Just the breeze fanning endlessly;

Oh! How gentle and pacifying, I feel the sensational breeze;