Inspire me…

to the beach i must go

for this countryside aches –

or is it my spirit,

that cries out “inspire me!?”

these trees no longer shine

like sunlight on the sand,

or salt spray in my beard.

Their beauty remained full

but my mind became tired.

I will swap grass for sand

and listen to the waves –

always remembering

and forever thankful,

for the trees that whispered,

sheltered and then taught me,

that true beauty resides

in nature, and simply

beholding her wonder.