Essence of Existence

I breathe, breath..
One last breath..
To my end breath..

For the worm..
That ploughs the earth..
Sown seeds of..
The tree that worships the sun..


The birds that nest the tree..
The mammal that..
Feast it's leaves..
Oh, the fish that swims aqua..

Time is timeless..
Rocks are, essence without..
Payola is paper-thin..
Only defined by breath..

I will speak well..
For aurora and dusk delight..
For their frame encompasses..
My breath’s existence..