You can't see it;
it's not a human skit.
Your belief is quite adequate;
You know it's not counterfeit.
You can't breath without it;
oh, that air like a floweret.
It even smells nice in the spring;
sometimes it conducts the lightning.
You can't see God;
and yet he does nod.
He created this amazing stuff;
we can always have enough.
This stuff blows the ship's luff;
now as always, we receive our foodstuff.
It also lifts the great aeroplane;
the pneumatic lift, our boxcar trains.
So think about air everyday;
you'll never have to call a mayday.
It would be to my dismay;
your life, your appreciation only wordplay.