They have brought me under the sky No bed in hospital I am dying It's for the first time Stars and moon I amn't enjoying They have brought me under the sky No bed in hospital I am dying Breath isn't in Breath isn't out Give me oxygen For me to survive They have brought me under the sky No bed in hospital I am dying Breath isn't in Breath isn't out Where's oxygen Where's doctor They had false hope They had wrong notion Once in the hospital They would administer oxygen Doctors would attend on me I would be all right Back home in a few days Father's daughter Mother's son Would smile Winning war against corona They arrived It's ordained otherwise God of death Pulling me out My body I come out I die in open air Under the sky Good bye, good bye!
Absorbing Sun's caring embrace and the water's life, the trees mix them into oxygen for the man, for he has planted the seeds which marked their beginning — organisms vital for wildlife and shelter.
The man now receives their appreciation with the maturing of the fruit. To eat it is honoring its purpose and time, for it grew only for you, as a gift. Earth's hospitality was never meant for granted, but be returned to the cycle.
It spins like our planet in space, around a warm core and a cold shell. Stars there align to the call of energy designed to dance in gray, and to portray protons and electrons in a chemical reaction, beginning of the first light — pressed lighter igniting candles.
i used to breathe you in like the air i needed to survive now that you've left, i never got used to breathing normal oxygen so i put on this mask to filter the air so i can breathe independently and muffle the sobs and screams in white fibrous fabric
that's why i wear that mask all the time. i still miss you. you dont know who im talking about, trust me.
Look at me How beautiful I am lushes and so green roots big and shiny Now I am sad I’m standing all alone There were many more I’m all that’s left over Don’t hurt me you are hurting yourself and this whole wide world.