Zephyr Wind

The trees blow in the breeze

I look up with a sigh

It all seems to freeze

As they are so very high.

The leaves blow around me

Everything is so quiet

Like a buzzing busy bee

On a very big diet.

The grass ripples soundlessly

Like a cat waiting to pounce

As the plains go on boundlessly

Similar to a ball on the bounce.

The zephyr turns rough

Everything clatters in the air

It dies down in one big huff

Leaving just only a dare.