I am the breeze

I am the breeze

Whispering in the willow trees

Dancing with falling leaves

Throwing up dust motes

On a dry day

I am a rumour

Blown in from the North country

Where the hot sun

Is a test of endurance

Bleached white

Bones gleam beneath a big sky

As crows fly

Into the shadow

Of an overhang

They always stay together

Safety is a mantra

Listen to them caw

I am the twisted claw

That once was a strong hand

With a firm grip

I am a man

Too old

To wield a scythe

I can hear the call

Carried on the wind

The voice of an angel

Drifting

Down from the North Country

Tossed on a gentle sea

The sound of waves

Coming to carry me home

Listen please

Perhaps you can

Float with me

I am the breeze.