The breeze moves the water with just the slightest touch,
like a rain drop into an ocean of still water,
The breeze ruffles the green, soft hairs of the Earth,
like horses galloping through its soft, lush, greenness,
The breeze runs through the trees making them sway to soundless music,
like the moon flying on a silent, starry night,
The breeze slows down to almost a whisper,
like little, playful children telling a secret,
There is no more breeze for the water is still,
the grass is being ruffled no more,
the trees are swaying no more,
For they are waiting to be moved once again by the breeze.
