A Soft Breeze

Gently, softly, barely there, a breeze blew.

Exploring a landscape terrifyingly new.

Finding the one its power grew, swirling around hesitant and unsure.

The one ran, through a forest full of trees. Can't get through sighed the breeze. 

Gathering courage and driven by its heart the breeze grew bold. 

Finding the one again it swirled around, certain now.

Until, with doubt, it ceased. 

The one ran again, in the forest of trees.

Gathering courage and driven by its heart the breeze swirled around with dizzying speed. 

The one held on to a rock. Let go.

And then, in a clearing, arms open wide.

The opportunity.

But the breeze died down, the rock, a block.

The one ran on to find a tree, its branches offering security.

The breeze found its strength.  Too late. Not to be.

Gently, softly, barely there, a breeze blew.