Like Air

Her presence is like air
unseen, but always there
Concealed, unlike
the flaring crimson fire, or
soothing visible water,
even though devoid of color
Like air, she lits up embers
in the ashes
Like air, she causes whirlpools
in the dead silent sea
Like air, she doesn't aspire
to be on top of the mountain
rather moving, no-holds-barred!
She is no trophy to be sought
Or chased,
but an existence to be felt!
Her movement is music to ears
like air, just traversing it's course!
She is continuous, uncontrolled,
unfazed by lack of recognition
however
No one really denies her worth
The Earth knows,
Her absence is an unending vacuum
In Space!