The Air We Breath Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

The scent that is sent when the bent of soul partake existence to its utmost. Inhale and hale that drawn nigh upon own lungs the respire of times. In search of joy or pain within the frame of the mind that's engulfed with years that revolve upon reason. If the trees blow their wind the brush upon the face refresh the sweat that alike the narrowing streams. Streaming thoughts and streamlining life upon the renew and anew that will draw nigh upon life.