Pink petals erupt across grassy leas in spring,
The swift odour of lavender lingering – in you breathe.
And autumn brings leaves that fall from nearly bare trees,
The air moist and succulent and in you breathe.
Out an aeroplane window, the skies you can see,
White clouds, blue seas. Sit back. Relax. Breathe.
Rough hands tap on black and white keys,
The melody plays – that’s beautiful, you breathe.
Or if your star-crossed lover had your lips meet,
And blushing rosy red, you just needed to breathe.
And ne’er forget how our imaginations run wild,
Fairy-tales and dreams are what made us want to breathe.
But what about when the skies turn to grey,
Rain falls, wind blows cooler, and can you breathe?
How about the days when you’re forced to wave,
Press your face to the window, say goodbye, and just breathe?
And who knows the next time you’ll become scared,
And gasp for air, in your attempt to breathe.
But it’s not all that bad, its life you see.
And take the time, to know that you can breathe.
a piece of work from my portfolio submitted for a module at uni x
(semi-response to ‘To Build A Home – The Cinematic Orchestra’)