The Wind


"What is the wind, Mamma?"

"Tis air in motion, child;"

"Why can I never see the wind

That blows so fierce and wild?"



"Because the Gases, dear,

Of which the air is made,

Are quite transparent, that is, we

See through, but see no shade."



"And what are Gases, Ma?"

"Fluids, which, if we squeeze

In space too small, will burst with force;"--

"And what are fluids, please?"



"Fluids are what will flow,

And gases are so light

That when we give them room enough,

They rush with eager flight."







"What gases, dear Mamma,

Make up the air or wind?"

"'Tis Oxygen and Nitrogen

That chiefly there we find;

And when the air is full

Of Oxygen we're gay,

But when there is not quite enough,

We're dull, or faint away."



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