Feeling the Breeze

When the day is boiling hot,
Like ninety-five degrees,
Sometimes there's a saving grace
That's natural, like a breeze.

Air-conditioning is not
A thing at which you'd sneeze,
Yet any day I'd much prefer
The pleasure of a breeze.

If you are fortunate and land
Amidst a grove of trees,
Just stretch out and relax yourself
And give in to the breeze.

Though lemonade and cool iced tea
In summer may appease,
I'd sacrifice my thirst to get
A little taste of breeze.

So whether you are near a park
Or some place else to please,
Make sure that you step outside
And feel the soothing breeze.

'Cause when the leaves stop blowing
And heat brings you to your knees,
Retreat into the A/C air
Until the breeze reprise.