A gentle breeze blows in thru my window.
I watch as it plays with the blossoms
On the window sill that quietly grow.
I watch the door slowly shut,
Pushed by the fingers of the wind.
I watch the lacy curtain gracefully billow.
I watch it cool the sweat on my brow.
I watch a few stray sheets of paper
As across the room they are blown.
I watch the wind-chimes gently clink
Their bodies together with the wind.
And sing a song of peace and joy
That to my mind, happily clings.
A little green butterfly visits my flowers.
A happy parakeet dances and sings
Joyful in life on the wings of the wind.
And I, now refreshed, happy and calm
Return once more to the mundane world
Of books and work, hearing the wind
As yet another invitation it gently blows.
