A deep Orangey-Red, hanging in the distance,
Masking what might have been the Horizon...
Inky blues above you, disturbed by Twinkling bits
of Peaceful White...
Soft grainy texture, warm beneath your naked,
gloriously happy feet...
A Roar, Surprisingly gentle to the Ears,
Spoken by an Ancient Gentle Giant, Speaking of,
Time that has passed and will pass, in a Language,
that you would Love to Know, but Actually Don`t...
Sweetly Salty, the Smell of the Singing Wind,
Reminding you of all thats good in this Realm,
and Consoling you about all thats not...
Cool, in a way thats always appreciable,
Deliciously Soothing,
Colored in the Hues of the Sky over the Invisible Horizon...
Wetness, like the Happy Tears of a Loved One,
whence Loved by You...
Beauty, like that written in Odes,
by Bards with long beards and wise eyes...
The Ocean, and the beach where it decides,
to show its Love for You.
