What is more pleasing than taking a breath,
Even the last one as we slid to our rest
The in and the out and the softness we feel
I think that each breath gives a soothing appeal
We honor the sky and wind through the trees
The beauty of clouds is a breath, yes indeed
I’m sure it’s the earth just taking a sigh
Just think of that when the wind whistles by
And when the whiff of pot roast spells hunger
Where would we be without breath I ponder?
So, take a deep breath you ladies and gents
And consider just all that your breath represents.
