24 September 2012
Light, delicate, soft whispers of wind, The whooshing wonder where angels take wing,
A hurricane's element, so changeable and strange, What a brilliant mystery, with the greatest range,
Forming mountains, shaping worlds, In soft gusts of feather-light curls,
Blowing and whistling over forests and seas, Screeching, searching, through each and every tree,
Creator of waves, feller of trees, The invisible force under wings of bees,
Air is mysterious, precious and free, Air is around you, but you will never see.
Air • Opuss № I