The ocean breeze
tousles my hair,
but brings me ease,
so I don’t care.
Walking on sand,
sway with the waves,
seashells in hand,
feel what I crave.
I wet my feet,
so cool and mild,
such a great treat,
savor my smile.
Misty sprinkles
jump on my head,
as stars twinkle
and slowly spread.
Whispering winds
chant messages,
feel touched within
find passages.
Wondering soul
is purified,
a massive hole,
now satisfied.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy