You are so gentle br And life giver, without you, br None, even the plants, flowers, br Friuts, and animals can survive, br Yet you can make br The gentle sea so turbulent, br To make tsumanis, br And when you are furious, br Make typhoons, cyclones, br To destroy anything br In your path, to make br The peaceful abodes br Of people into graveyards, br Oh, Air, why you go so mad, br But occassional, what harm br Have the beings do br To make you so infurious, br And violent in your moods.