Getting some air

Stand atop a high place – it doesn’t matter where;
just stand tall and listen to the Windsong in your hair,
for that’s the song of Gaia, you can hear it anywhere,
if you find a place to hide from constant worldly blare.
So stand atop a mountain, or just some lowly hill;
where ever Gaia’s wind blows, it’s there you’ll feel the thrill
and know just why our ancestors chose lung instead of gill.
So they could breath in deeply and of  Windsong have their fill!

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Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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