Zephyr's Hug

Her finespun cotton dress fluttered in the breeze.

The same breeze which made the daisies wave at her.

Her ebony black hair seemed to be floating in the breeze.

The same breeze which made the dandelions swirl in whorls. 

Oh! This cool soothing breeze,

That comes and goes fleetingly.

How I cherish it and long for it day by day.

Very few treasure this airy embrace.

So soft, so cool and yet, so warm.

I wish to be forever enveloped by this cocoon of Zephyr