"Gentle Breeze"

I love to indulge

in books of fearless heroes

and adventurers,

in songs and legends,

fantasies and timeless truths,

stirrring and sweet tales.

I feel a certain

satisfaction in this thought:

I can be greater

than these characters

simply since I am alive

and able to do

even more than they,

no matter how great or small,

because I am real.

These tales are serving

as inspiration to us

to be more than that,

to really see, and

to really feel, and to hear,

and appreciate

how many blessings

are bestowed on us and Earth:

Truly Infinite!

Anyone can be

famous, or clever, or sweet,

changing the future,

or... very simply

enjoy time with family

or the gentle breeze.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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