AIR

In skies where breath is born, unseen yet true, Oxygen, the essence of life, dances with glee, Hydrogen whispers, in clouds a new, Nitrogen ubiquitous, envelopes all we see,

The wind, a sculptor of landscapes vast, Carrying tales of weather, both fierce and kind, From storms that rage, to calm that's steadfast, Our existence fused in its gentle bind,

We find our Zephyr in this effluvia gala, Every breeze, every storm's strife, Blows a new gest, an intricate saga,

We sway to the rhythm, the pulse of life,