The One I Turn To - Inspirational Writings & Poetry of Julie Pisacane
THE AIR
The Air
Kites flying, autumn leaves swirling,
Dancing in the air.
Fresh and sweet , a healthy treat,
Invisible, yet we know it's there.
Moving trees,a gentle breeze
Flowing through my hair.
Over vast oceans, high above plains,
Glorious air is everywhere.
Children blow bubbles ,a sea gull glides
in the precious blanket of air.
By:Julie Pisacane 7/2003 (C) copyright 2003
