The gentle breeze

The gentle breeze silently blows
Alone for miles as the sun glows
Doing whatever little it can
Cooling the masses’ burning tan

Bringing relief however small
On its path of perpetual roll
Receiving a gift of sweaty beads
In lieu of its cooling deeds

Never feels ashamed or frail
In walking the scorching sunny trail
Or taking on the mightier rival
Even taking with it a path of revival

Of life drying and dying in the heat
Oppressed and fallen bound by a cleat
A small speckle of life it brings
The last drop from the last wring

Carrying a hope of resurrection
Even in midst of the destruction
Has lessons, for many to learn
Of how to stand even in a churn

Of never getting bogged down
From the shine of the opponent’s crown
Doing whatever it is destined
Small, big, askew or aligned