The Whistling Breeze Poem by Antonio Liao

listen, listen, the humming breeze calling each
name in the humid cooled air in the nostril sway;
that closes perfectly in the mode of the freezing
heart of early morning in the sofa you just lay, the
bumble bee wants you to stay and listen as it sings
your favorite sweet melody

stay, stay awake and suite yourself to
motionless blink, close your eyes and feel the soft
voice of prevailing wind of the moist and talk
endlessly in your thought the calling silence of the
moment; it has something to say and move and
wipe your tired body of discomfort for a whole day
your busy, even the cockroach may look ugly yet! it
give you the sweeten way to go

hold, hold not the burden, yet! let it feel, the beauty
of nature that whisper each day that sometimes, you
lost the meaning of today; the crow of the cock tells
you to remember that slowly down you’re in the right
way to fulfill your duty

forever, the soul calls and waits to listen the
daring voice of the nature, patiently hold the heart to
make a start; as the buzzing bee sings the perfect
harmony of each journey; the beauty of unity comes
in a most unforgettable memory of the past assembly
in this momentum of life letting it goes and flies
forever more

listen and go placidly my soul and return the heart that
rejoice each flow of great memory to live in every day
of your life……..God reminds you