Same Air

Breathe in 

perfectly fine air ruined 

by negativity;

fighting to be the best 

kills us all.

Sunshine to bask or to burn. 

Plants for beauty or for poison. 

Clouds to daydream or to storm.

Ground to build on or be buried in. 

We choose our perspective -

it impacts the world around us.

- Written poem by c.l.lunn

Acrylic on canvas

20”x 16”