O Gentle breeze!
Do not pass me by
As you would a wind-chime
Hanging outside my window,
Touch me as you would
A florescence to spread its scent;
My garden will smile again.
Awaken me from my sleep
I am game for any trial,
All trees flower and bear fruit,
They also provide shade,
Waft through their leaves
And do not pass me by,
O Gentle breeze!