A gentle breeze begins to stir,
Through leafy boughs, it softly sighs,
A sweet caress, a silken purr,
Beneath the blue, cerulean skies.
Through leafy boughs, it softly sighs,
A sweet caress, a silken purr,
Beneath the blue, cerulean skies.
It whispers tales of distant lands,
And cools the brow with softest touch,
As nature plays with airy hands,
And comforts us, oh ever so much.
And cools the brow with softest touch,
As nature plays with airy hands,
And comforts us, oh ever so much.