Atheist

The air stirs up the galaxy
Be!!!.......
The crosswinds of forever become me
And place me on the porch of the breeze
Without my sounds would be silent
No gullible gust through the trees
Carrying seasons to bring us
The atmosphere we all can enjoy and we destroy
The blur on the horizon disturbs me
It casts a disguise on the sun
In the end it's the wind that will weaken
And the human goes from billions to none
The wind will regain all its motion
And clear the air for the following to ...(breathe)
(spoken) the breeze of; a new generation