A ceiling fan

gives out relief

a kindness we receive,

for under it

we always get

soft light and gentle breeze

 

When heat arrives

humidity thrives

too hot to be believed,

but stuffiness

is laid to rest

by coolness we receive

 

As blades spin round

comfort is found

no reason to despair,

our happiness

is what comes next

as blades stir stifled air

 

Oh ceiling fan

you are so grand

you have that certain flair

both light and wind

expand within

the radius we share.