The Cold Flowing

The air moves freely and fast,
Reminding me of loves past.
The sting and burning,
reminds me of their spurning.
But alas as all things must do,
We carry on through.

As crisp and calm as water,
So much better than hotter.
The world seems to be stronger,
and the meanings seem longer.
How the world continues on,
And all grow wiser, even the fawn.

The air holds true,
something connecting me to you.
For Air knows many paths,
though it know no wrath.
The cold flow,
helping the world to grow.