Air as My Feathers


Air is entering in my soul.
Air is beautiful.

Without air, we can not survive.
Air is innocent to walk.

My feather is counted with air.
Air is popular in universe.

It is travelling to world.
Air is counted with breadth.

It is huge in universe.It is si
gnificant everywhere.

Amazing is it’s wave to round in earth.
Air is my golden feather.