The Momentary Breeze Poem by Raj Arumugam

what do the leaves
the green, green leaves
the native lilly-pilly leaves
swaying in the breeze,
what do they say
to the gentle breeze?

ah, that’s lovely,
that’s nice;
a teeny-weeny cheeky
just a little cheeky
but comfy, that’s lovely




what do the ripples
the many ripples on the lake
what do the ripples
say to the visiting breeze?

ah, that’s lovely,
that’s nice;
a teeny-weeny cheeky
just a little cheeky
but comfy, that’s lovely




and the grass?
the lush and shiny grass
what does the grass
dancing in the breeze
left and right
right and left
and about -
what does the ballerina grass
say to the
breeze in its midst?


ah, that’s lovely,
that’s nice;
a teeny-weeny cheeky
just a little cheeky
but comfy, that’s lovely




and the spider
the spindly mean-looking spider
waiting for its prey
in its corner
with its glossy web -
what does the horrid spider say
what does it say to the
passing breeze?


ah, that’s lovely,
that’s nice;
a teeny-weeny cheeky
just a little cheeky
but comfy, that’s lovely




and if the breeze
if this adventurous breeze
if this benign breeze
kisses you on your cheeks
and if the gentle breeze
fingers your hair
and holds it all long into the air;
and the breeze whispers in your ears
and blows at your neck -
what do you say
what do you say
to that wandering breeze?
to that momentary breeze?


ah, that’s lovely
that’s nice;
just so cool and sweet
though a little naughty
just a touch naughty
but comfy, that’s lovely
lovely, lovely and nice