When I breathe
I breathe the winds
that have encircled
thousands of hills
for thousands of years.
When I breathe
I breathe the mist of the rain
that has fell throughout the ages,
always to rise again.
When I breathe
I breathe the warmth of the sun
that has caressed and cared for
and even consumed
the earth for ions.
When I breathe in
the world's air
that every soul
has ever shared,
that will forever share,
I and they, we,
breathe the same
breath.
When I breathe
I breathe life.
Beautiful poem describing life and nature rolled into one....and how we should appreciate the gift of smell and oxygen....and life......thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mystical thoughts. Maybe one atom you breathed was last breathed by Joan of Arc.. St. Francis. Or only by you, nobody else, ever. ;)