Breath
The trees are towering above
The zephyr is blowing through the trees
And ruffling the leaves
They flip over
The breeze is passing by
And touches lungs of greens
And leaves
It never leaves the bossom of leaves
Birds are flying
They are flying over the towns
And falling in love
They fly by
And leave the sound of flapping wings in ears
And leave
They stay in the mind of the town
6
0
2