Breezy Breeze
Breezy Breeze
What is life
Without a little breeze?
The one that whistles
Through the trees,
Or one that with
A person moves,
With him wherever
He happens to go.
Or one that in the
Mind doth arise.
It shakes a dozen
Sleepy thoughts.
Its speech serves
As two or more
Alarm clocks.
No one understands
How it comes,
An’ wherefore it goes.
‘Tis just a fairy tale
An’ nothing more!