I watch the Air Spirits come into my garden on a breeze.

I see them play in the trees,

They take care of the birds and the bees,

let them move on the summer breeze.

Then they take off on a hurl,

and causes a twirl.

They let the dust fly all over,

and stir the clover.

Then they disappear,

and it is quiet clear,

that we need them, so dear.

Author: Letecia Pheiffer