A quiet hum, a gentle stream,
A cloud of mist, a patient’s dream.
The nebulizer, soft and bright,
Turns liquid into misty light.
For asthma’s grip or labored sigh,
It brings relief beneath the sky.
In homes, in rooms, its quiet hum,
A promise of relief to come.
Bronchodilators, opening wide,
Airways clear, no need to hide.
Steroids calm the lung’s deep flame,
Inhale and ease the breath again.
For lungs that struggle, tight and sore,
The nebulizer does much more.
Antibiotics in a breeze,
Treat infections with such ease.
For those who gasp and fight for air,
This mist becomes a faithful prayer.
Through every breath, both deep and slow,
A healing wind begins to blow.
A child’s small hand, an elder’s face,
All find solace in this space.
With every mist that fills the air,
The nebulizer shows its care.
For lungs that battle night and day,
This mist helps push the pain away.
A gift of breath, a soft embrace,
A chance for life, a peaceful grace.
So let it hum, let mist arise,
A nebulizer never lies.
In every puff, in every sigh,
It lifts the spirit, helps it fly.
