"The Air We Breathe" by Noah

We breathe without thinking—

a quiet rhythm shared by cities, forests, and lungs.

Yet the air, once invisible in its kindness,

now carries the weight of what we burn,

what we build, what we forget.

Dust and smoke drift like unkept promises.

Nitrogen, sulfur, ozone—

names too technical for what they take away.T

hey enter through the nose,

settle deep in the lungs,

write inflammation where breath should be.

Asthma becomes a language,

and coughing, a form of prayer.

But the harm does not end in us.

Rain turns acid,

soil forgets

how to feed,and leaves lose their green.

Ozone scorches the quiet of fields,

stealing harvests grain by grain.

Even the wind,

once a messenger of freedom,

now carries our regret.