I feel the gentleness of your breeze;
and the wisdom that lies within;
energies embody and accompany;
that I often dismiss as mere whim.
The cool air, soothing my brow;
bids your awareness come in;
though not understanding how;
all seeds of knowledge begin.
Wisdom is conveyed by the breeze;
the summer of life is the time;
knowledge penetrates with ease;
our understanding to refine.
It is time to end separations;
through love all must unite;
for there exist no reparations;
nothing can make wrongs right.
The summer breeze calms the storm;
the intense anger raging within;
for divisions by any form;
are where all troubles begin.
Anger is poison that troubles the soul;
it is only addressed by love;
for only as such may all be made whole;
brought down by the breeze from above.
As storms come, there is calm in store;
a time for smiles and laughter.
Don’t be drawn in by the calm before;
but the gentle breeze that comes after.