Breeze

It whispers to the grass,
Telling it strange tales.
Removing heat,
Where water fails.
It carries leaves
Throughout the various trees.
And it kisses everything it sees.

It is a silly thing,
It often makes one's ears ring.
It burns and chides us
With it's never-ending lust.

It is the bringer of good,
But scares you in the wood.
It is greedy for friends
And it proves this through every message it sends.

It can carry away your hopes and dreams,
And yet bring them back within seconds it seems.
It is everywhere, that is for sure.
But no one can say whether or not it is pure.