Germination of life keeps the germs of the nation away.
"An apple a day", they say.
I open the doors, the gates of a clinic,
a garden of plenty, a medicinal picnic.
The breath of my lungs, an age old compromise;
I give about life as they sustain mine.
I thank the dirt, the mother of a radical sphere;
the thankless, the thoughtless, those who live in fear.
Take care, do not take advantage,
because you can search for answers,
but the green and blue offer the ultimate protection,
the only bandage.