Heirs of Air
by Rachel Hoyt
image by Paul via freedigitalphotos.net
The air is fair.
Nowhere can bear
A snare to care.
What's here goes there.
What's near we share.
What's bare can pair.
All tears will wear.
We're heirs of air.
Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
This poem was inspired by the latest proof that pollution
is a problem that requires a global solution.
