Displacement

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 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 --- Displacement - Atheist