The melody of the breath strummed on the strings of guitar of life

Or mellifluous notes of breath born in the flutes of nostrils

The fragrant breath of the rose that opens up in the dawn

Liberated with a scented sigh from tentacles of sepals

Or the soporific breath of the poppy that lulls mortals asleep

The rejuvenating breath of the early morning draught

And the breathing sigh of relief and rest after hard labour

Breath is the string of life beaded with moments as pearls

Frozen visible breath of a foggy morning in winter

Seen as moisture on the faces of chilly panes of glass

Breath of gasping frailty from a wheezing asthmatic

Breath of nonchalance blown in the wind with cigarette puff

Warmth breathed by the blower in the frost of winter

And the cool breath of the airconditioner in sultry summer

Keen breath of a tiger hunting for its prey

Breath taken in deep bouts during exercise

Breath of energy and vitality of an athelete in motion

Breath of ecstasy in the mouth of a frothing bottle of champagne

Breath of innocence from nostrils of a sleeping baby

The sonorous breath of a snoring fat man

Breath of subtlety woven in a whispered sentence

Breath of laughter in a stifled giggle

Breath blown through pursed lips into a shrill whistle

And the last breath taken before chord of life snaps

The reflections of varied images of breath have prismatic shades…