Here there and everywhere;
We can't see but feel air.
Sometime fast and sometime slow;
Sometime it stops and refuses to go.
Sometime it blow and blow;
And forgets how to go slow.
Life is impossible without air;
In this universe it is rare.
It works tirelessly day and night;
Into the sky it takes our kite.
Somewhere it breaks trees;
Somewhere it went as breeze.
When it is furious it crates a mess;
The board is left empty where two are playing chess.
When it is calm;
There is no harm.
But the earth gets warm;
So, air is a charm.
(SHEIKH IMAD UL ISLAM)