That Gentle Breeze

That gentle breeze
Nothing but fresh air
It is crystal clear
Rising up through the atmosphere
When the ship sails
Over the horizon
You can see those nightly skies
As you approach your destination

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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