Saltily breathes the sea breeze, and I sigh,
Whitecaps crashing on craggy stone with gentle roars,
As I dip my toes in the teeming tide pool here,
Pink anemone, glorious blue crabs, gulls above soar,
Weightless they seem as they sing to themselves, calling
And dipping with a splash in the grotto loved bay,
Away from all that we have wrought, with my blue-green mother
And behind me redwoods whisper, leaves rustle this quiet day
As if my god’s fingers themselves trace through the woods
And I sit here on this soaked stone as I listen to Earth
And the tunes she hums, a gentle lullaby, sweet and light,
Yet now day fades, sun shrinks as orange and violet bright
Paint the silent-now sky as everything rests in the oncoming
night.
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