Displacement

Atheist

The air stirs up the galaxy!

Be!!!.........

The crosswinds of forever become me and place me on

The porch of the breeze

Without my sounds would be silent

No gullible gusts through the trees

Carrying seasons to bring us

The atmosphere we all can enjoy and we destroy



The blur on the horizon disturbs me

It casts a disguise on the sun

In the end it's the wind that will weaken

And the human goes from billions to none

The wind will regain all its motion

And clear the air for the following to...(breathe)

(spoken) The breeze of; a new creation

Moving clouds, from everywhere

Sensing a rainy stare

Smelling the moisture in the air

In the air.



The weather can be deemed as deceiving

To predict the unpredictability

The passion that it peels for the ocean

Air and water sharing laughter

A bond between two forces of nature

All to live and breathe

The breeze of a new creation

Breathe

The breeze of a new creation.