Title: Whispers of Air and Angles

In the quiet breath of dawn,

Where whispers of air entwine,

Angles emerge, unseen yet strong,

In the morning light, divine.

Soft currents weave through the trees,

A silent ballet, pure and grand,

Angles bend with gentle ease,

A touch from an unseen hand.

Through open windows, they glide,

A symphony of grace and might,

In the quiet, they reside,

Guiding us through day and night.

Their presence felt, yet never seen,

Air and angles, a timeless bond,

A dance of shadows, serene,

In nature's quiet, we respond.

Embrace the air, feel its embrace,

Angles that guide with subtle care,

In every moment, find the trace,

Of air and angles, always there.