Fresh Air

Breathe it fully in
Fill your lungs with its freshness
Appreciate it

An interruption
Has occurred; there is a funk
In the once fresh air

Not all air is fresh
And fresh air doesn't come free
Someone owns this gift

One always goes out
To get fresh air; no one says
" I need some stale air."

The air I put on--
I hope it is a fresh one
And doesn't bore you

Air is a newborn
Refreshing; it brings a smile;
All want to hold it

Manufactured in
Forested mountains, up where
Eagles freely soar

Almost heavenly
Nobody watches for it
But it is pure life