The Air

The air is something so abstract,
One single day can be uncertain,
Words are invisible to the eye,
Love is what we fear to death.

The air can smell spicy to us,
Leaves keep flying all over it,
Falling on our heads in sync,
While time slowly passes by.

The air might be sad and dark,
Answers are what we look for,
We can’t see beyond the night,
Clouds hide the stars and sky.

The air is what we breathe in,
Filling our soul and body and,
The mind with all it’s wonders,
Fascination is brighter than fire.

The air is what we survive with,
Love floats in it like a butterfly,
Hate fills it like cold wet rain,
Life is what together they create.