While I am in air, I am not in oxygen.
I am also in water, but not in hydrogen.
I am necessary in all animals, but you won't find me in the zoo.
Look in all brains and you'll find me there too.
What am I?
I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?