“The Breath Above the World” The atmosphere hums like a quiet hymn, A silver veil at the planet’s rim. Layer on layer, soft and grand, A sky‑born shield for sea and land. It gathers sunlight, bends the breeze, Whispers secrets through the trees. Carries storms with thunder’s shout, Then clears its throat and clears them out. It holds the colors of every dawn, Paints the dusk when day is gone. A cradle for clouds, a home for rain, A wandering stage for a weather vane. Invisible armor, gentle and vast, Keeper of futures, witness to past. The breath above the world we share— So thin, so strong, so always there.
