Breathe

A poem about the word under and above

Under; a word which means beneath.
It’s not a word I like, it smothers.
I crave fresh air, not underneath,
Buried below a mound of earth or covers.
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Above. The sound alone assists my breath
Now I can see, feel, and breathe fresh air.
I wish sometimes I was a bird, could fly above the earth,
Look down on those below without a care.