Air Is...A Poem
- Kelody Fey
- Mar 16
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 17
The breath that fills the lungs
The speech upon our tongues
The choir of frogs in the night
The birdsong taking flight
The wind in the chimes
The ticking clock keeping time
The rolling clouds white to gray
The shifting from day to day
The falling of the leaves
The pollinating of bats and bees
The rippling waves upon the shore
The opening and closing of doors
The thoughts cultivating in my head
The sacred words that are said
The whisper and the yell
The listening ear you can tell
The sweeping and the blowing out
The drawing in from the ethereal fount
The echoes of a chanting voice
The changes that come from choice
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