its claim to fame

 


hear O Father see me pulling my dreams along

real from imagination inserting the key

each step I make positive and certain

knowing its true for every part me you

traveling this world named Earth by land air 

for all its claim to fame presently me breathing free

in whispering breaths a symphony swells

a chorus of life in the silent shells

each inhale a dance each exhale a song

in the rhythm of being we all belong

amidst the chaos the noise the strife

theres a quiet miracle the essence of life

for in the simple act drawing breath

we find the treasures beyond lifes breadth

to breathe oh what a wondrous thing

in every gasp a universe does spring

from the depths of lungs to the heights of sky

in this exchange we cannot deny

for all its claim to fame the grand design 

in the moment of now its yours and mine

a gift of existence a chance to be

to savor the air to feel truly free

so let us cherish this beautiful art

to breathe with purpose with every part

for in this breath we find our way

to live to love to seize the day

as I play in mind for all my kind













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