As the sun washes over the sea,
Shadows seep through the trees.
We relax on the edge of our balcony,
Completely out of check from reality.
The wind wafts through our matted locks,
As we watch the ships slowly pull into the docks.
The crates are unloaded,
From ships that were overloaded.
The seagull calls,
Another wave of water falls.
The dolphins dive,
In and out of flight.
The trees dance in the wind,
Increasingly kind towards the mind.
No howl or whimper within earshot,
No evil or whatnot.
The soul replenished,
The mind cleared,
The body relaxed,
And the heart heard.
The swirl of the teacup,
The brush of the wind,
The dance of the waves,
The touch of the trees.
Oh, how ethereal!
We shan't leave this rural feel,
For the grub and scrub,
Of the urban city.
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Seasons and Sadness
Poetry(Poetry now but I will continue uploading others - weekends probs) (Also the first upload didnt work??
