3Zephyr 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.