Here I sit upon
so weathered by
the wind and sea.
The gentle ripples of the
water lapping against the
sandy shore lightly fills my
ears as the gentle silence
of the beach is broken
up by the sweet morning calls
of tiny birds...
Which are flying low over the water
in search of breakfast.
The salty air permeates my nose, scented by the
tangy fragrance of the seaweed and of life. The joyous scents
of life clear my head of the rush and haste of city life, as the sun breaks
out and warms my neck.
It's been too long since I've visited the beach.
My senses awaken to the
sensations which arouse my slumbering spirit.
The lush greens of the trees watch over me, and
The meaning of life seems simple as the power of nature fills my bones.
It is a good day.