Air is amazing
Breezes are better
Cool ones are captivating
Dirt devils are sort of destructive
Especially if you leave your window open
Farts are the foulest of the gases
Gross! That’s another word to describe them—
Hot drafts, they are.
I know everyone’s eyes dry out
‘Just a fact
Kites call for zephyrs
Light ones won’t get them off the ground
Mild ones too
Non-existent gales make everything seem nonchalant
Opt out of skydiving
Parachutes don’t always perform as planned
Quilts thwart the harshest chills
Roots resist the ruthless winds’ wrath
Summery winds strike my fancy
Too much wind is terrible
Undulating currents roll across the Great Plains
Ventilation is vital for survival
Wafting a whiff of a whimsical, warm wind is wonderful
Yo, I ran out of ideas…
Zephyrs.
I don't think it's very good, but I felt like experimenting with alliteration and synonyms, and I don't write poems a lot.
