An Element Called Oxygen

By Anonymous

An Element called oxygen; of you I shall breathe ’til dead,
when my lungs implode and lie in a silent spread.
You give of yourself freely as you- we all inhale,
with lack of your essence we grow quite pale.

Surrounding the earths much lower atmosphere
in your plain invisibility- so pure and so clear,
fed by the foilage and all trees from the earth,
just one of the ways you earned your birth.

You’re needed by almost every living thing in this world,
a breath of your existence so essential and sterile,
as without you nothing that is flammable can burn,
and to those space cowboys you are a big concern.

Even under water; aquatic animals need you to exist,
when mixed with water and heat you rise as a mist,
stored in green metal tanks for hospital/medical use,
and you ride as the four winds -howlings produce.

Viable and quite necessary; used by the masses- I swear
in scuba diving, in subs and submerged bathysphere,
in welding, steelmaking,and iron amalgamation
used by all business,in the industry of every nation.

Oh how you are treasured by nature and all mankind,
do you exist in other worlds that someday we’ll find ?
in the present state and stage of our living- until then
we thank you- this most common- of an element called oxygen.

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