The Breeze Below

By Vickie Chaimanont

I watch the ripples of my dress flow.

It moves with the wind like tree branches sway.

I stand still to feel the breeze below.

The cool, calm air comes fast and leaves slow.

Colors blend from blue to gold, green to gray.

I watch the ripples of my dress flow.

The sky is clear, the grass freshly mowed.

The weather so nice, I want it to stay.

I stand still to feel the breeze below.

I look up and down as I wiggle my toes.

Absorbing the warmth of the sun’s new rays.

I watch the ripples of my dress flow.

My face is glowing, my smile grows.

The wind against my cheeks is a cool embrace.

I stand still to feel the breeze below.

I spin! I skip! I dance! I go!

Twirling, running, get out of my way!

I watch the ripples of my dress flow.

I stand still to feel the breeze below.