a breath

 The sun sinks low

over water, 

rippling with rays.

And the sun shines

through trees,

green with late summer life.

And you,

you watch it shift.

The world turns,

you breathe in,

you thank the Lord

for the air in your lungs,

and you breathe out. 

Because when the water

ripples with unsettling motion

it always finds a way

to settle 

once more.

-Emma Lancaster