The Breeze

I like it when the breeze strums the tree's leaves 

It takes my mind away for a while

I love it when the breeze hits me and the tree's, while we sweat

I can feel myself when the sound touches my ear

I can finally relax my slaves

The brain nerves

I can finally stop thinking and just breathe the thin, soft and cool air

It would give my lungs a delight 

And overwhelm me 

As 

I like it when the breeze strums the tree's leaves.