A love poem about a breeze that falls in love with the lake it touches, but is (apparently) unrequited.

A love poem about a breeze that falls in love with the lake it touches, but is (apparently) unrequited.
An upbeat song about the empty times. The yearning to be filled, which makes our lives vibrant, requires that emptiness.
A contemplative version of the old folk song about leaving, separation, and longing for return.
An offering of peace for the times when life brings pain.
A happy ode to sitting still.
A happy a cappella song featuring heavy breathing, chest pounding, and lyrics from the back of a condiment package.
A blessing: May the nature-of-things hold you in the palm of its hand.
I wrote the first verse of this song in an online chat conversation. That may not seem remarkable, but consider that it was in 1987, when only 10,000 computers were on the Internet, before either the World Wide Web or IRC.