The air has its stories,
You can hear them in the wind.
They cover the world,
With a message they send.
Earth would be barren,
If it ceased to exist.
Each day we breathe it,
Lets our life persist.
We can curse it or damn it,
When at times it wrecks havoc.
We can take it for granted,
Or treat it like a maverick.
The air lets our birds fly,
And takes us to foreign lands.
It has its mysteries,
Scientist try to understand.
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