A Breeze Dream
by Stephen Sheridan Boland IV

As a nice breeze blows about
lifting away fear and doubt,
carrying nice scents with ease,
I then wish I were a breeze.

If I could just have this wish,
I'd flow to a fragrant dish,
then bring the scent around town
lifting away every frown.

I'd spend many an hour
Lifting scents from each flower.
I'd make sure moods won't harden
by bringing a scent garden.

If I were a gentle breeze,
I'd flow through flowers and trees
collecting nice fragrance loot
which I would then distribute.

Never would I stub my toe
No toes to stub on ground low.
All efforts to cause me pain
would certainly be in vain.

I would not need to exert
any amount of effort.
As I traveled on so free,
relaxed would I ever be.

I know it's only a dream,
but so lovely does it seem.
All I can do is pretend,
but with this poem, dreams I send.

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