On a lonely day,
the breeze met me;
head on, it hugged me,
asked me to slow down and not leave.
Suddenly, it left, as if playing a game,
and then crept up from behind.
I felt its arms around my shoulders.
It was convincing me to spend more time
as we walked together.
Now, I could also hear other footsteps,
leaves rustling on the same path I walked on.
A lonely day had turned lovely.