Mountain Air
This mountain air,
blows with puffy cheeks
and plays with the hem of my shirt.
Air, rushing through the trees,
sounds like her cousin, the River.
In waves of morning breeze
the pines and I sway.
Breathing in what the Green Beings give,
breathing out
what I give the Green Ones back,
invisible air
is everything I am!
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
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