On zephyrs breathe, cast away distress,
World's weight seep down to toe's express.
From skin's flesh, heaviness recede,
In breath's sweet rhythm, serenity proceed.
Chilled bones thaw, in air's gentle dalliance,
Each lung's intake, anxiety’s defiance.
Mind untangles with each wind's affair,
As gusts dance softly through laid strands of hair.
Oh, neat! Is there an international handwriting day too?
I'm fine with that. It's handwriting, no reason to tie that to a certain bit of the planet. I'll see if I can find a proper way to participate and post something. Thanks for letting me know!