You are the a gentle breeze,

Whirling between the trees,

As they carefully sway.

You are a little boat drifting into the horizon

as the sun sets on the oceans edge.

You are the space between a snarling wolf’s mouth and 

a deer’s thin furry neck.

You are the wonderful smell of freshly cut grass,

early on a Saturday morning.

You are the night sky under

the moon’s dim light waiting for the sunrise.