It exists
in the grass that sways
like the sea,
makes the leaves fly
high in the sky
and caresses
gently
people’s skin,
giving them
a bit of freshness.
This is the air
that passes under
their wings,
and travel in the sky
towards the immense
flowery spaces.
Poem (C): Me
“The Visit at Moonlight” (C): E.T Parris
“Ariel ( The Tempest)” (C): Henry Fuseli
“Fairies - Sylph Fairy of the Air” (C): Arthur Rackham
