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.
