When we enter this world,
when life is gained,
to produce some air,
lungs are strained
Is it just,
as little as it seems,
isn't that air the reason,
on our face sunlight beams
We never take the time,
to ever realize,
to do something,
we have to roll the dice
Breath is the reason,
today we're alive,
we should be thankful,
a lot,
we don't have to strive
If someday it all stops,
our breath has vanished,
then for us,
life has banished
©harisamir
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