Pulmonaut

Wanderer of Air, a soul adrift on gales,
Life's rhythm is measured in each exhale,
With breath as their compass, they journey through skies,
Lungs like twin sails, chasing dreams that arise.

Sky's mariner, unsung poet of breeze,
Carving their path through the murmuring seas,
Where every inhale is a land yet explored,
And each gentle sigh is a whispered accord.

With wind as their scroll and air as their ink,
They scribble heartbeats on the heavens’s brink,
Unearthly cadence, a celestial hymn,
Drifting on whispers with life's tethered whim.

Soaring through clouds, where sun softly kisses,
Whispers of futures in each breath that it misses,
A pulmonaut dances with limitless grace,
In the sea of sky, where dreams interlace.