The sky’s exhale
takes flight,
I’m drawn
Beneath its branches.
The law of Attraction is simple.
The inexplicable Beauty of
The trees breathing in the breeze.
A gift of life in motion
So pure, unaltered to the naked eye.
Praised by The attention
Of those who see.
Just as it’s supposed to be,
I want you to look at me
The way the trees
breath in the breeze.
Effortlessly,
a sense of awe.
While the shadows
play games with our eyes.
Slightest twinkle,
Sharpest whip
Cracking
And playing.
This reverie
Of us all,
One day,
Dancing
In the breath of the breeze.
DoRee MelNic 