First Breath
Night and day,
oceans and mountains,
fishes and birds,
forests and fountains,
tender shoots, first buds,
gentle warmth, yellow light,
bright waters tumbling down,
sounds of singing all around:
First breath, first days;
Isn’t it good?
Very good.
Copyright © Jeanette Swan | Year Posted 2024
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