I Breathe

I breathe the new leaves in the Spring, I breathe the azure of the skies I breathe the birds on magic wing I breathe the sunset as it dies, only to paint a new sunrise. I breathe Nature in any form: the rain that falls with gentle grace; the clouds, the lightning in a storm. the wooded lands, the open space. all part of Nature's gilded face If but once, I could journey far, and mingle with a Summer day. to climb the clouds, sit on a star gaze at Nature's golden display that almost takes my breath away. First Place!