Slight Breeze

A slight breeze ruffled the trees

And the calm of the summer night.

It played with my hair and brushed my cheek,

Uplifted to the still heavens above

Whose stars burned bright.

And the moon shone brilliantly

Against the black sky.

I heard the field sigh

As the breeze blew soft through the meadow,

Tickled the murmuring brook,

And Whistled through the hills,

Whose songs echoed back.

And the sleeping flowers rested

Against the dark earth.