O, the swinging trees
wind blows from the northern hemisphere
cold whisper touch thy flesh
swaying grass with green hue
Swinging trees take darkest shade
missing moonlight in the nightest night
Ice thrown at the hellish heat
heaven's cold, restful soul
Breathful air, breezing fresh
lovely caress, tempting melody
flowing air, flying bed
dreamful of dreams, colden night
Before night, still day
still wind flies today
shade shall never fade
from thy breeze, forever peace
©The Pink Merman
April 8, 2015
6:20 AM
Pacific-Atlantis Mermen Journal
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