Descending from a lapis sky
It skimmed the surface,
Of an equally blue ocean.
Raising tiny peaks
On an otherwise slate smooth sea.
It reached and pushed
Of varying shades of blue,
And occasional flecks of white,
Which stood starkly against the mirror.
Upon greeting the shore
It embraced the Cotton Trees
Lining the peninsula beach.
Tossing leaves and small branches
In a waltz of whispers and clicks.
Passing the trees and onto the path
It pressed a cotton skirt
Against the body of a young walker,
Taking with it the fragrances
Of coconut oil and Chanel.
Racing along the jetty
It caused the young fisherman
To lift his head, smell the air and smile.
He closed his eyes, as the breeze
Returned to the crystal sky