Breeze

I love to sit and feel a refreshing summer's breeze, how good it feels on my face and puts my troubles at ease.
  I sit and watch this magical breeze as it pushes through tall green lush tree's. 
 As i sit in a field surrounded by the worlds colors that feel so sureane, i feel a wave of complete calmness as every noise and bustle subsides and im in that place that brings me to my knees.
This place is mine, and mine alone where i'm one with nature, the trees, the grass, the open fields, the lush grass and the wide expanse of rolling hills.
I could sit here forever and a day, to contemplate life, loves, friendships, and all life is filled with, but still not know all the answers to which my destiny is and what my life is supposed to be filled with.
The breeze comes back as if to say, wake up, you're here today, you're in this world for a purpose and it was meant to be that way.
 Knowing is knowledge, life in it's strange and sometimes powerful ways, can take a person and test their place, thier souls, their integrity, and even our faith, but do not despair because God wants us here, to flourish, to grow, to blossom ever more, to do good deed's and be kind to everyone around, to pass goodness and to make sure it's sound. 
 The breeze can be mystical in so many ways, it can make you feel so many different things.
These are just the things i feel when i'm in that place, the thoughts that go through my mind and twirl more faster and a more quickening pace.
The breeze makes me feel alive like flying through the air, taking me to far away places i imagine only in my dreams to fill me with peace and not a care.
 Floating higher and higher i feel no fear because the breeze is all around me and it seems so peaceful everywhere.
The breeze ruffles my clothing and toussels my hair, it rouses me back to be fully aware that life is just like a feeling or care, it whisps through my soul and shows me my life holding back no dispair, every word i have spoken everything ive done, everything and anything ive wanted to be but where have i really begun.
Hold onto you're dreams some have only just begun and follow that breeze to wherever you're happiest, mines in the sun.
 Breeze