it ruffles the trees and makes love to the grass.

Gentle breeze blows in the ear,

plays with the hair, and cools the stone.

The grass has not yet growing in one spot though,

the earth has been recently turned.

Gentle breeze washes the air,

taking away what is bad.

Gentle breeze calls to the birds,

it helps to sprout young love.

It calls for the sun to shine,

the couple to cuddle.

Gentle breeze reminds of the laughter of children,

the innocence and the care free.

Gentle breeze brings on freshness,

the sweet pollen fills the sky.

The stone sheds the cold,

marble surface marked by man.

Gentle breeze dances the flowers,

makes the paper play its song.

Gentle breeze opens the cards,

giving God a view of what is written.