Medicine · The Arts in Medicine

An Ode to Breathing

An Ode to Breathing

As I glance outside,

With no effort –

I see the frozen trees breathing.

Them green ferns sway

a kaleidoscope just a-beaming.

Moving to-and-fro;

I find my conscious over-leaning.

I see below

just to my left.

An image, yet so ever seeming.

At once I sense

A breath

It blows

It’s left without much meaning.

Except to those

who hold on for a feeling.

A feeling right,

a shrug with great might.

Let’s leave with no shame tonight.

~ The Pink Lady