Gentle Breeze Will Stay
When first I sat down in my morning wonder,
I think about place, and reason why,
glance to a man-made water flow in blue sky,
a forest green fills the world far beyond eye.
It is immediate always she can become my
central focus on a beautiful morning in July.
I can easily recall a time I might cry,
yet for now, sweet muse, does mind wander.
I took a picture as a way to describe this
silent peace, music sheltering the natural wave
of city traffic blends a natural green vision,
of Nature’s wonder in yet man-made design.
His search a quiet state of mind, savor the breeze
For in glance I realize why in sky I cry with ease.