And Here We Are

With every breath,
we shape the world yet to be.
If you don't believe me,
just ask the trees.

Ask the trees who it was, 
that came before them,
by power of their humble little breaths,
they paved the way,
so the trees could grow and play.

Perhaps the intentions we hold with every breath,
are more important than any action we take
in this strange trip between cradle and grave.

With every breath,
we shape the world yet to be.
If you don't believe me,
just ask the trees.

Just ask the trees.