MBLOG: THE AIR BY TOBHEBERRY ( a poem)

THE AIR 

I do not know it's origin
Neither can I touch it or see it if I really want to
The way it works remains a mystery_
Even the wisest person can't produce it naturally

Whenever I feel it, I feel refreshed,same as old and young
Tall, short
It's essential for everyone
minutes without it results in discomfort
It's another name for comfort

Excess of it can be destructive
Its movement causes wind,which can destroy
Even the physicist knows it's needed, 
sound passes through it as a medium
The moment a person stops taking in AIR he or she is considered dead
Medically,it is called oxygen,
chemist says it comprises primarily of nitrogen and oxygen
Still it can't be compared to the natural one without any support 

Be thankful
You can't do without it 
You're reading this now shows you've not stopped using it 
You're reading this now shows you know comfort

Line 17 and 19 read together states the purpose of this write up
 THE AIR

Writer: TOBHEBERRY
http://www.tobiakinyemi.wordpress.com