I think you know.

A form of expression that drips from minds
the heart holds tight and fills the bind
with roots to detour cracks for bending
a trick it learned to heal when mending.

One hundred years I hear it takes
to harm and hurt and shatter,
The ancestors lived for half a thousand
The health of heart, it matters.

Breath deep and let the oxygen flow
let lungs expand and slow....
breath out and hear the sound release,
and now,
I think you know.