The Silent Life Giver

You are everywhere,

But acknowledged by no one.

Shelter for the frogs that jump so happily.

We breathe what you exhale,

But still strike you down.

Life giver to the wild.

Your wondrous trunk for our extravagance,

As the winged yearn for your embrace.

Beauty of the Earth.

Lush green springs from your fingertips,

Bony fingers reaching to the Sun.

Exhale our air, be gone with the wind.