I can still breath the air
Air is more than a substance that I breath
Air helps me be a better me
When I rise its with expectation
Expectation to be great because I am of Gods creation
Air can be hot or cold
Sometimes windy we often never know
but preparation is the key the key to life
and all that it throws at us from both left and right
but Im always ready for whatever temp the air may be
because I got up this morning and can breath the air
I have a chance to be a better me!
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