Breeze

A soft breeze
flows through the air,
through the trees
without a care.

through the mountain pass
it flows,
softly sweeping as it goes.

to a place
that has no fate,
flowing at a steady pace
a river to a pond accumulates.

the moon shines down
illuminating the ground,
only the softest sounds are found.

the starry sky
shines in the night,
falling leaves passing by
the breeze carrying them on their flight.

the soft breeze
flows through the night,
gently sweeping
making everything feel right.