Because the ground is warmer than the air;
The ground, it seems, is kind enough to care
For those above it. It will bear the load.
The air is free; but freedom can corrode
If it becomes a freedom not to share
Or to consider common goods unfair--
The conman's shield and not the helper's goad.
So air, by flowing fast and wildly free,
Produces ice that makes the bridge unsafe,
And through its motion makes all others' cease;
Its right to move is its security
So duty to another starts to chafe
And its great freedom threatens others' peace.
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