The air is no longer stale
To my God I hail
The air is clean
Feeling serene
It is warm
And does swarm
A nice gentle breeze
Gives a feeling of ease
The air is no longer cold
Causing one to fold
Gone is the freeze
Caused by enemies
Nor is the air swelteringly hot
Causing inside and outside to rot
The temperature is just right
With the Son burning bright.