Oh Air . . . [ Acrostic ]

On a tempestuous day, a girl with brownish hair
spoke to her dearest nature friend:

(Title: Oh Air — Acrostic )

As leaves fall on my hair, I sing to you: Oh Air,
When greens begin to fade and trees become too bare.
And while neath oaks, I stare a sec at the sun's glare
In awe of my own shade and of the winds that dare
To sway the swing I share - with him, the man I care.
In you, I see an aid who breathes off me despair,
No matter if I'm scared or lost in thought somewhere...
(God knows that I'm afraid to ever lose you, I swear.)

For now, I feel you on my skin.
Oh I so breath you deep within.
Right in and out. Right out and in.

You shake the buds I see, those grown beside a tree:
Oh gently, full with glee, as he, the man I love, holds me.
Unfalteringly free, you are. I must agree.

To some extent, you've truly been,
One who delivers me from sin:

Caressing me, my every pore, till I calm down.
Occasionally, cooling me when you're around.
Majestically, wavering my spirit as well as my gown;
Especially, as I get lost in the view of some town.

To you, I thank, with all my life and heart.
(Oh for being you some kind of abstract art.)

Moreover, as birds soar onto the sky
Eventually, breaking you as they fly,

Oh Air, you lift them still so very high
Heightening your strength for you know in you they rely.

And when the clouds become untamely dark
Immediately, you turn into squalls and bark;
Roaring windingly loud to push them back.

I know you are a breeze most of the times;

A gentle current touching grounds;
Moving plants with refreshing sounds

So as trees fly within the vortex of your frustration
Unawarely becoming projectiles aim at civilizations
Few can respire your gentleness and sense of protection
Few can breath in the realization…
Oh Air, that you are not an abomination!
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Written by: L.L.

August 28, 2017