Ode to O2
Ode to O2
The Lady in Red turns Blue without You,
The Greens of the Trees yearn to Respire,
Their Desire grows higher
As the Fire requires every liter of you!
The irons of ages long past sense,
have ever since You,
been Yellow and Blue.
But omnipotent be You?
I laugh not!
For no, You are not.
For the microbes below
Use sulfur, behold!
Yet Oxygen, Oh Oxygen,
I Live Not Without You.
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