The emerald blades of grass Glisten softly in the sun, With a color wheel of wild flowers Dancing in the wind. Ice blue skies with feathers of clouds Gently floating by. The sand creates a blanket, That lies wrinkled under me, While the sound of sleepy waves Cradle me to slumber.
Quietly by the shore The waves roll softly o’er my feet. I gaze out upon the sea, Diamond like sun crystals Twinkle on mirrored waters. Clouds, pillowy puffs, Sweep gently across an ice blue sky, Sea blown breezes whisper through my hair. In the distance, seagulls, Swooping and swaying, Sing their victory song.
Tis joyous to see such beauty, When inner thunders storm. Like rains of hurricanes, Wind whipped blows—- Seem to never cease. But this glorious creation of sunlit skies, Which God Himself has sent, Has blown away my inner Typhoon and laid my fears to rest. Breathe fresh and breathe free, Let go of all showers of yesterday. Let all flow out to sea, Never to return and bother.
When snow has come and lingered for a time, The mountains shine like pure white satin sheets. The jagged rocks that stand and point like knives, Have but a look of poise and symmetry. The houses they in hibernation go, and sink like ships way deep beneath the waves. Cold air does whoosh in frigid gusty blows, But stops to peek a while inside a cave. The birds take off from empty bare tree nests, To seek their food which they know is not there. The trees did fall asleep like all the rest Of this great wintry beauty of no where. The hunters coming back from years afar, Do find their world still bright like heaven’s star.
Look on sea blue skies and see a dove that carries warmth from me. Lie your weary soul on soft smooth sand, close your eyes, I’ll take your hand. Smell the sweetness that painted flowers send, and know the comfort to thee I do attend. Listen, to the woosh of the waves, hear my whispering words that linger lightly as they say, look at me, across the vast expanse of time, I am with you, in heart and in mind.