Vayu and Apas

My waters stir and simmer in your wake  
I am made vapor by your movement  
And evaporated  by your warmth  
We well  
Until I am torrential  
Heaving with our will
Playing host to your aeration
You make what would otherwise flow, fly
Such a timeless avian almagam
Freer than flight  
And as profound as a vista
You dance transition over my surface
And afford me renewed rhythm  
Blessed be, your wings
Who's expanse is the atmosphere  
You chamber sweetly in my lungs  
And inspire breath
Blessed be, the Air
And all you impregnate
Speak motion over me
Speak motion into me
Blessed be, transition