I like the breeze beneath the tree,
when its hot like i am melting.
The breeze beneath the tree,
sets me free, and is quite sheltering.
The free floating of the broken leaves,
and nature's whispers in the hustling ones
provides a solemn silence, oh so deep!
a sudden spark through my veins, then runs.
making me glee, setting me free
that awesome cool breeze beneath the tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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