In the flow of the day, a single thing lights my way:
It carries my thoughts and gives life to them,
So that others may take what I say,
And take part in the use of this precious gem.
It is the cooling force of this Earth,
And without it there would be no more.
It takes part in all life and hearth.
At its very essence, it is the core.
Its breeze blows, but never shows,
Invisible, but not soon forgotten.
Inside, outside, above, and below,
It goes, and it comes, in and out of all men.
This that is known, but no one sees,
The Air’s mighty power, is also the gentlest breeze.