Soft Breeze

By Ed Francy

Sunrise on a crisp spring morning
A soft breeze brings the flowers to me.
I look across a great valley,
And begin to speak about all I see and feel.

"How the clouds float without a care!
I'd like to fly with them."

As I turn to see more,
I realize a group of strangers have been listening.
All the words flowed like that soft breeze,
and they smiled with me.