Air
It's in-between and all around,
It can't be seen or even found.
It fills us up and helps us breathe,
It moves the grass and shakes the leaves.
Some days it's warm, some days it's cold,
Sometimes it's still, sometimes it blows.
It moves the clouds and stirs the seas,
It spreads the pollen and throws the seeds.
It's up above and down below,
It's everywhere we tend to go.
TLH © 2-14-2012
Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012
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