Loving the Fresh air at 3 a.m.

At night, we tend to breathe more,
like a couple of bears in the den; filling,

the room with CO2 oh so quickly.

open the window and fall back to bed.
the cool, fresh air from the treetops rush in,
kisses my face; Mother Nature's breath;

Thank God, we still have some fresh air
despite the pollution we all produce.
Take a deep breath of the dawn.

Let the green angels scent the 
ugly air we emit, like the old stars;
I will plant in spring more trees. 

©Byung A. Fallgren