One Breath

Lost in the mist,
among the sticky brambles
and mossy thickets,
not quite alone,
for the land was alive,
the blazing sun,
tears away the morning veil,
and lustful nature,
bares her gentle breast,
soft as the dandelion's kiss,
the earth exhales,
while meadows bask in the
radiance of summer's eyes,
we embrace in the shadows
of the ancient oak,
tracing the stillness of the air,
while the wispy clouds dream,
of lands far away,
fallen into sleep, one breath
at a time, rhythmic with the
swaying branches,
grasping for a new day,
and holding out hope.