My entry for the Competition:-)

                                          THE SYMPHONY OF AIR

It deeply kisses your cheeks as it goes by,
Brushing past young geeks, to reach the blue sky.

When things are thick it stops by to cry,
As weather turns pleasant, happily does it lie.

Sometimes it rages with all its will,
Or chooses to chill out, just behind the hill.

It hops on and on to find new skies everyday,
And never fails to pop in surprises full of gay.

Imagine a sky without the hope for air,
Desperately seeking a tinge of flair,
So will be our life without emotions share.

Enjoy the ride as it takes you high and low,
But learn to master it as you grow,
And remember, when its time, just let go.