36. THE IMPECCABLE AIR
When I study the softness and true intimacy of the air,
It encapsulates my mind with an altruistic blare.
The velvety touch, the shadowy grace,
Have evaporated fully without a trace.
The hot and blistering breeze,
Has made the cool atmosphere cease.
The salty scent of air near the volatile sea,
Has always satisfied hordes of humming bee,
And filled innocent minds of school children with lots of glee.
The ravenous smell of the sweet blue air,
Has made man go near it,
For he has in his mind a plethora of thoughts; but no fear,
And as the scorching Sun filters through the sky,
The arid air mass cries aloud,
To get the sympathy of thin wisps of invisible clouds.