Air

The fragrance of the pines wafting across the air.

The air can be so still that clouds can stop moving.

The sun can make you feel beautiful but the air keeps you alive.

The air carries the rain droplets through the misty wind

and sends a chill up my spine.

As the noise of the hooting from the owl in the tree tops flows right through me      

The breeze blows the bubbles from the bubble bath in to the atmosphere.

Sitting high above me stars glide across the sky as I gaze into the midnight blue.