**In the quiet opening of each moment,**

**air enters—the invisible gift—**

**through the nose or mouth,**

**guided by the gentle pathways**

**of the nasal cavity,**

**where warm and filter,**

**trapped particles whisper away.**

**Down the trachea, a flexible tube,**

**carrying life’s breath deeper,**

**until it reaches the bronchi,**

**branching like roots into lungs—**

**a forest of delicate alveoli,**

**where exchange begins.**

**Oxygen from the air dissolves into thin walls,**

**merges into blood’s flowing rivers,**

**while carbon, a silent visitor,**

**finds its way back out—**

**a quiet departure—**

**releasing the old to make room for the new.**

**In this dance of molecules,**

**the diaphragm contracts—a steady rhythm—**

**pulling the lungs outward,**

**expanding their silent chambers,**

**then relaxes, releasing,**

**a cycle unbroken,**

**the essence of life’s continuity.**

**Breath—an unspoken language,**

**a steady current beneath our awareness,**

**connecting us to the world,**

**to each other,**

**to the very act of being alive.**