Air

Little wind, spirit of air
So much strength you possess
You can blow both hot and cold,
be a mad storm, or a gentle breeze.

You bring rain, and
Sing around corners
You fill the earth's lungs,
our air, our atmosphere,
our weather, our oxygen.

The master of destruction
Father of hurricanes
You own an invisible strength
And an inner peace
Yours is the power to shape
So mote it be.