Zephyr

Ever got the feeling you were dancing along with Zephyr?
Ever got the chance?
To me, being close to the breeze is like being close to the water.
It's a need.

Like the strum of a chord, I hum a Spanish harmony for the wind.
As a reply, I get a little push whenever I am in the hammock.
I look up towards the sapphire sky.
I brightened up at the trees and leaves, which sway along with the air.

I consume my old friend everyday.
A taste of comfort takes over my spiritual being.
I close my eyes and prance with Zephyr.
It caresses my expression and plays with my curls.

I softly let go of myself on the lime-colored grass.
Letting every blade cushion my fall.
I giggle as the draft tickles my nose.
I rest as day turns into night.

A blanket of stars surrounds the heavens.
The moon reflects herself upon a puddle of luminous water.
I bid the atmosphere farewell.
I depart along with my breath of life.