A Gentle Touch

The warm summer breeze was like the gentle touch,
That carried her dreams across the sky,
And the soft summer rainfall kissed the stony earth
And she woke for the longing of a gentle touch.
Softly she speaks, calling on the air,
Words on the wind, thoughts from the heart.
Her voice was a whisper, a soft and sweet caress,
and the warmth of her smile, like a gentle touch.
The warm summer breeze was like a gentle touch,
That carried her dreams across the sky,
And the soft summer rainfall kissed the stony earth
And the old leaves were falling like a gentle touch.