The breeze

The nippy breeze hits her skin
Her bewildered soul rejuvenates
She contemplates the surrounding
Lush green hills, bright blue sky
She finds herself in a bliss
Which she has been longing
Having her face brushed
The puff of air takes away her agony
Then the realization ignites within
What if the veil of pain grounds on someone?
Someone fragile who wouldn't dare to stand like her
For she wants ecstasy for everybody.