They lovingly call you Breeze, When you blow tenderly withsounding no whiz. Further, they fondly call you Gentle Breeze, When you give your mellow touch; To craving souls in freeze.
Fermented from across the horizons, Your soothing journey lasts and prevails; To comfort the minds That yearn for a little solace in life.
You console nature by your soft touch, In receding summer days; Glimmering at dawn and twilight hours.
Humans wrap their bodies with thick shrouds, Even when you blow gently at time; With carrying wintry chill from the North.
Your fond caresses on budding flora, Create mystic music with dancing airy waves; Of ethereal joys and splendors.
O, Gentle Breeze, You remain kind and gentle; With all your warmth loving embraces And do never hide in veil; Your mellow jovial face in amour-propre; From bounties of nature longing ever For your celestial love and caresses; Day and night in summer days of blistering rage.
Gusts and gales in summer tempest Often dare impeding your soothing sailing But that can never airbrush your Returning back in nature round & round In lazy summer and wintry days With all sparkling glows & hopes yonder.