She once was a solidShe had mass and occupied spaceShe could be touched, which I did, quite oftenIt
She once was a solidShe had mass and occupied spaceShe could be touched, which I did, quite oftenIt was niceNow, she’s just vapor.Invisible. No mass, no weight.Yet she fills my lungs, and hides deep in my bones.She can’t be seen, but if you know where to look, like the wind she can be observed by her effect on other thingsLike me.[Please do not delete the text from this post. Thank you]Tom Spianti ph -- source link