Soft is the breeze.
Filters through trees.
Brings us to our knees.
Then just seems to flee.
Soft clouds drifting by.
In the moon lite sky.
Quiet, to our tired eye.
Stillness, like butter on rye.
Warm coffee in the cup.
Full plate at the sup.
Quiet, that is what we want.
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