By Eimantas Petraitis S6LTA EEB2
As I breathe in and out the fresh air of outside,
As I raise my eyes to gaze at the sky above all,
As the glowing Sun brings forth the shows of bright light,
I wonder how the atmosphere is everything’s core.
Merely a mixture of gases, our Earth’s invisible fur,
Since the dawn of humanity, it has kept populations amazed:
How can so many shifts of colour and beauty occur
In just a clear and thin layer, no more than glaze?
A perfect soup of elements by pure luck near the Moon,
This sphere of air gives breath to all living things.
The climbing and falling of pressures, unseeable dunes,
Call down the Anemoi, the all-powerful winds
Winds, sons of the open, some wild, others tamed,
They rotate strong cotton sails along numerous orbs,
Either turning human mechanisms by pushing long vanes
Or blowing ships and waves around the world’s globe
The atmospheric forces steer water with incredible rigour
And slowly swirl it in its everlasting cyclical motion
The floating drops create clouds, the earth’s mirror:
White islands and landmasses in a blue infinite ocean
