The atmosphere, our blanket of air,
Encircles the Earth with layers and care.
From ground to space, it extends with grace,
Providing us with oxygen to breathe and embrace.
The lowest layer, the troposphere,
Is where our weather does appear.
It's where the air is thick and warm,
And where we live through calm and storm.
The next layer up, the stratosphere,
Is where the ozone we revere
Absorbs the sun's ultraviolet light,
Protecting us from harmful sight.
Above the stratosphere lies the mesosphere,
Where temperatures drop and winds appear.
Meteors burn up in this cold layer,
Creating shooting stars with flair.
The highest layer, the thermosphere,
Is where the auroras shimmer and adore.
In this layer, the air is thin and hot,
And satellites orbit the Earth with a trot.
The prefixes that define these layers so vast,
Have origins in Greek, and are designed to last.
Tropo means turn, and this layer's air does churn,
Strato means spread, and the ozone it does wed.
Mesos means middle, and it's a cold riddle,
While thermos means heat, and the auroras it does meet.
Together, these layers create our sky,
And we must care for them, or they may die.
I don't know how to make the first one but hey, here's the poem. Hope you like it.