am the breeze,
Rippling the smooth
Surface of a mountain lake
With shimmering shards
Of diamond light.
I waft the sweet perfume
Of lavender and roses
Past hungry noses of the scent-starved,
Intoxicating and rousing them
From a barren winter fast.
I fan the enchanting music
Of children's laughter
To the ears of those who still long
For the joy they once knew when they were young
And time stood still.
I am unseen, yet I hold aloft
Swift raptors in my airy embrace.
Lifting them skyward on warm updrafts,
I send them soaring up to heaven
Until they vanish like angels into the blue.