Gusto Winds

Never,

Have I,

Seen,

Clouds,

So Big.

The,

Coral,

I smealed,

Was rotten.

But,

The,

Air;

We breath,

Is satin.

One,

Sniff,

Of

Oxygen.

Gives,

My feet,

A kick,

Of

Adrenaline.

The man,

Above,

Is nice,

Enough.

My heart,

Below,

Knows the 

True North. 

We

Go,

We

Run,

We

Stop.

We

Drink?

Then one,

Sunset.

Becomes,

My last.