This air so pure and clean, Its scent reminds me of all
Of times long ago, and times to come..
To most it means nothing, but for me its energy,
A life force, only given to me by the spirit of all.
Threaded in it are a million stories,
Its moist, freshness brings me restoration,
Healing from the pains this world inflicts upon me.
When it passes on a warm, lonely night,
It reminds me of what I have, and what I don't,
What is, and what will be.
A past, that never dies,
A future that will not come.
But in the air is the essence of change.
For to stay the same is to die.
It whispers silent songs in my ear that only I can hear,
That take away the fear of today.
With her I am invulnerable to the troubles humanity bestow on me.
Live well, live forever.
Sir_Vince
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