Air

There once was a man who talked about the air

how it smelled and felt blowing through his hair

He always fought windmills because they stole his wind

but usually he lost, they were pretty thick-skinned

Then one fine morning when he was battling at his peak

a bird from out of nowhere came down and pecked him with its beak

He waved and fought the creature off

it laughed and flew away with a scoff

The man got mad when he saw the bird flap

"Bothersome crow, I'll put you over my lap"

With that he went after, his face all red

"That's my air in which your wings you spread"

Running and panting, pursuit through the woods

angrily trying to protect his goods

Branches they scratched him from top to toe

the bird just flew further to his woe

Finally he came upon a gaping chasm

he would've stopped but he had a spasm

No air in his lungs had made the work pretty hard

and his muscle function had become rather marred

He flew over the cliff without any brake

in a state of panic, flight he tried to fake

The air it served him as one would expect

The bird flew up beside him and gave him respect

It knew it wasn't easy flapping without wings

but bravery was built just on such things

The bird called upon his mates for an assist

they carried the man though he tried to resist

Long was the trip up over trees very tall

slowly he began to appreciate them all

Gently they dropped him down on his lawn

all the while his intellect entered a new dawn

Lucky he was that some others used air

and him and his bravery to safety could bear

He sat there smiling waving them good bye

without knowing the reason he began to cry

Many years had gone since his battle began

what if he had seen this before he ran?