The Passing Breeze

I solace seek
In the breeze
That does speak
Amongst these
Ancient trees.
Or do the trees
Themselves speak?

Lovers make free
Midst the budding tree
And in love’s dance
Perchance
Do not hear
The breeze
That passes near.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/solace/