Gentle Breeze

The poet sat on the dusty forest floor
And gazed intently through the trembling leaves
Outwards over the framed green fields
And beyond to the golden wheat sheaves
A gentle breeze disturbed the cobwebs
And caused the trees to whisper quietly in his ear
Is this not a scene to enchant? To calm the soul and lift the spirit,
And bring lost loved ones ever near?

©Alan B.McGourlay