Cumulus & Stratus

 
 
Where neither air nor astronauts may live;  
Yes, I’m the sky and all the rest is air.  

If not for me there’d be no atrium  
To hold within the weather and the rain,  
 
From where the cumulus and stratus play.  
The teaming life that feeds on coral beds,  
 
The orca pods who prey on lesser whales  
As dolphins with their echos guide the young.  
 
The snow on summits where no birds can reach,  
The forest at its base, bears hibernate.  
 
The sockeye who return from whence their birth,  
And beneficial run-offs where they spawn.  
 
The tribe who grazes stock & gathers fruit,  
And nomads follow zebra to the stream.  
 
The fishermen who cast their nets afar,  
The children who run naked in the surf.  
 
This is the bounty given with both hands.  
Remember, everything relies on this,  
So none will turn to ash and be forgot.