You ask is it fresh, is what fresh I say
The air that I feel on this warm summer day
That soft blowing breeze, which flows

Maybe God exhaled

Or an angel burped

But fresh air came in

Musty air, usurped.

That same God's breath

That angel's whim

The Spring time

Is so wonderful,

the sky is clear,

blue and full of clouds.

The air is fresh and crisp,

the grass is moist

Fresh air.

Wide eyed and even a little scared, we came.
We wondered what the sweet taste was.
It was the air, pure and uncontaminated

Fresh air

Breezes

Waking

Senses 

Spicy

Sweet

Of

Freshly mowed grass

Pink and white clover

And

Perfumed lilacs.

Fresh