Some see ourselves in image of God,
Who gave us pure air by Holy nod.
We cannot make it, only He dares.
What’s left of His gift profound everywhere.
There is only One air.
A near perfect advection cannot you bring
Good air neither Winter, Summer nor Spring.
Reason being pure air is now fiction,
For polluting the air is our predilection.
There is only one air.
Advections today all cross the earth
Cannot give air any new birth.
Just be simply aware all air polluted
To some degree by emits ill-suited
There is only one air.
( Hats off to Zora Hurston.)
Wild animals flee warned by advections.
Dangers afoot, they sense such connections.
Their noses so keen, their senses so keen,
While man sullies ’bout him as if in a dream.
There is only one air. (Be aware.)
