Breezes sail on summer seas, drift across the glades with ease
Poppies sway as milked by bees, looked on down by big oak trees

Meadow scent that drives the birds, across the plains above great herds
Over rivers, across small dales, past laughing kids and wagging tails

Invisibly sailing up and down, taking leaves from off the ground
Picking up pace or going slow, swirling around bright streets below

Powered by sun and tidal spree, fanned by waves we cannot see
Waiting for night to quieten down, the breeze no more we all sleep sound