Breath Poem by Joseph D E Phillips

If I could see those waves again
And feel the ocean spray against my face
And smell that air and hear that gentle roar
I'd see, feel, smell and hear again,

But roads are dry and colorless
Here where rich men work for selfish gain
And every building looks the same
And dead souls walk in cycles o'er and o'er.

If I could only walk among the trees
And hear the robin's melody
One breath would breathe a thousand times
The breath I'm breathing now.