I Breathe
I breathe the new leaves in the Spring,
I breathe the azure of the skies
I breathe the birds on magic wing
I breathe the sunset as it dies,
only to paint a new sunrise.
I breathe Nature in any form:
the rain that falls with gentle grace;
the clouds, the lightning in a storm.
the wooded lands, the open space.
all part of Nature's gilded face
If but once, I could journey far,
and mingle with a Summer day.
to climb the clouds, sit on a star
gaze at Nature's golden display
that almost takes my breath away.
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