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