Air of the Forest

The still air, where there are cells,
Feeding on others. The air stinks,
Like a tired predator, one of the walkers
Of these woods.

The still air is now windy, and the breeze
In the forest is now strong. The air is colder
But steadily warmer, for we are strong
To survive the air.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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