Air

Air, air, fresh life-blood, thin and searching air, The clear, dear breath of God that loveth us.

— Air

My highway is unfeatured air, My arms unstained and free from scars.

— Air

If we cannot end now our differences, at least we can make the world safe for diversity. For, in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal.

— Air