Breathe

Can't think of the here
And now.
A balance of balls
Which keep falling off
The scale.
Holding your breath,
But you can't keep it steady.

"Breath is the
Finest gift of nature.
Be grateful for this
Wonderful gift."

To create music
That makes the
World go 'round.

To speak
Life,
Joy,
Inspiration,
To those
Who have lost it.

Give a fresh color
To this bland,
Old world.
We settle for little,
But when we breathe,
We explode into color
Leaving ourselves refreshed
And others revived.