The Breeze

When it blows
And the waves
And the birds
So it goes
And the paths
And the words
There it rows
And the boats
And the songs
Across my nose
And the soil
And the loam
Lost in rose
And the toes
And the flows
In the wind
And the laying
And the playing
By the water
And the ducks
And the eyes
Into green
Also spring
And the trees