Breath Two

 Darkened branches reach for the heavens.

The moon casts its pale light upon the ground.

As a snow-white blanket shines beneath its glow.

But now, that beauty fades without a sound.

As Venus takes her leave, her grace to depart.

The frosty air is sharp against the cheek.

Yet still the deer observe, silent and free.

And like dust, a wandering breeze's friend.

Endlessly drifting through the open air.

Without a purpose, journey without end.

Traversing lands, through valleys.

A force, unseen but felt in every way.

A whisper on the skin, a brush of breath.

Mingling with scents of morning and day.

Exchanging secrets with nature.

No weight, no anchor, always on the move.

No burden to tie it down,

Nor a chain life's mysteries.

It dances to the groove of hope, freedom,

And all that joy.