a rustle through the trees
feel it in your hair
as you run along the track
feel it on your face
as you cool off in the sun
see it as it meets the water
the water dance...the ripples
sand on your palm.....blown away
feel the breeze,see the breeze
touch it and let it tickle you
as you feel the chill down your spine
CeeCee, July 7/07
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