Birthright

Birth.

The moment of my first freedom —

I came.

Nameless, naked and unashamed.

My lungs remember that first meeting —

Air,

Then Breath.

That nostalgic moment still procures for me

The pledge of my eternal right to be here — free.

Our breaths rides wild on ancient winds

Washing beneath the skins of countless trees

This airy ocean belongs to one and all

Freedom is a birthright —

Breath, is its seal.