Call Back The Breeze Poem by Bolami lawal

Yesterday was cold
The breeze sailed across our noses
So we perceived the sweet scent
Of stirring roses

Today it's hot
The wind had stopped blowing
So we perceived no scent
Only the harshness of the sun
For the roses had died

Tomorrow will be nude
For without the breeze
There are no roses
And the beauty of the sun will not suffice;
All we pray is the breeze,
Bring back the memories of yesterday;
It's almost fading away....