A mix of many types of gasses, Clear as Grandpa’s prune juice glasses! You can’t see it, but it’s there, It’s something one and all must share! It’s really, clearly our fresh air! Rely on air? I suppose…You suck air up, Through your nose! Breathe it in, Breathe it out, We use fresh air To talk or shout! Oxygen and hydrogen, The blowing breeze, That cools our skin! Lets us live, Lets things burn, Used by fishes, Frog and fern…You can’t see it, But air’s here! Makes up Earth’s Atmosphere…