The Gentle Breeze

The Gentle Breeze

A golden ocean, a waving sight, A wheat field basking in the sun's warm light. The Wind, a whisper, then a joyful gust, Arrived to play, with happy, hopeful trust.

"Hello!" it called, to stalks so tall and grand, "Let's dance together, hand in grassy hand!" The Wheat, so sleepy, stretched and gave a yawn, Then bowed its head, as golden day was born.

The Wind blew softly, then with bolder sweep, The Wheat began to dance in slumber deep. It swayed and rippled, like a golden sea, A dizzy, dancing, happy jubilee!

The Sun peeked down, with rays of golden hue, "What lovely dancing, what a joyful view!" It smiled so brightly, warming all below, As Wheat and Wind continued in their flow.

The Wind grew tired, its playful dance complete, It sighed a whisper, soft and oh so sweet. The Wheat stood still, its dancing day now done, Basking peacefully beneath the golden sun.