Breathing is so necessary
So complimentary to the senses
It relishes the times when we can
And fans at the moments that complicate our presence
Simple as burning sage in the night
Has the breath I am missing eluded you tonight?
Deceiving the evening to pass me as a bystander
It floats away into a new realm
Decidedly so, it has become the morning and new hope is born
To become your idea, an antonym of scorn
The model of joy in a helpless plan
Which is the world we live in.