Episode 47

The air, it seems, was made for you, A boundless blue, a whispered hue. With gentle breaths, you learn to sway, And chase the clouds throughout the day. Your laughter light, a breezy sound, That dances over hallowed ground. You’re quick to change, a fleeting thought, The lessons that the winds have taught. You soar so high, on wings unseen, A spirit wild, a joyful scene. A child of air, you’re free and bold, A story waiting to unfold.