Clean Air
We’ve got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?
Lee Iacocca
Clean Air
exhausting every breath, I
climb every green tree, sigh.
should i have to pay a great price
to find pure air of paradise?
lingering under canopy -
a water bucket balcony.
breezy rainforest’s rather nice
to find the pure air of paradise.
cut car engines, open the door,
with tire-less legs instead of four,
for it’s sweet time we sacrifice,
to find the pure air of paradise.
do we expend much, in protest,
of the oxygen, we are blest?
you might ask, “how much should suffice?”
…to find the pure air of paradise!
don’t waste, nor hold, nor hush nor scold.
let your encouragement be bold.
clean, verdant, breathtaking, precise -
to find the pure air of paradise.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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