It flows around us and throughout the trees,
The ghost that shrieks and sighs, and all unseen,
It shivers at each word we speak. It sees
Our tongues and teeth that shape just what we mean,

And flows with ripples in each stirring breeze
That carries bits of being in between
The pollinated blooms that make us sneeze
And our beleaguered noses, all unclean.

It bears the dust and smoke aloft, serene,
And rises in the warmth with practiced ease.
Its waves toss clouds in every stormy scene,
Fill baby’s cries, and every dying wheeze.
All hope and hate, each curse and every prayer,
It bears with perfect poise of [i]laissez-faire[/i].