Upon your cheek

Clouds of fluffy white
Floating on winds of high
Beautiful creatures of the air

The winds of high
drop low down
Down through the leaves
Breezes become of the winds of high
Breezes make the trees wave
Their leaves saying
Good morning, clouds

Good morning, beautiful
The breezes brush upon your cheek
Stirring you awake from a dream

Good morning, Love
How was your slumber
Amongst the stars?

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