Freedom Breeze

The world is rushing in, but for a gentle breeze

That sooths fearful skin, and sets the mind at ease.

Wider life is tough, and never seems to better

Then peace is on the cuff, of the cool and lovely zephyr.

The pain you feel inside, can be tamed by the maw

Of a single pointless moment, left usually ignored.

The things we take for granted and don’t appreciate.

All misunderstanded, we must elucidate.

For freedom is as simple, as wind through our hair.

Gale of convalescense, to heal all despair.

The horrors off the world, of which we cannot deal

Has nothing on the freedom, a breeze can make you feel.