A Storm of Thoughts

The Kite,The Water and The Sun

I am at peace.

When the wind blows mildly

And brushes against my skin,

When the salty air from the sea

Makes the kid flying his kite, happy.

I am at peace.

When I see the world glow

In the deep blue waters during the sunrise,

When the waves rise and fall

With such rhythmic excitement

That the notes of music seem to bow down.

I am at peace.

When I stare at the horizon

For hours, just to watch the glow rise up

And capture the world,

Turning all darkness into light

With its flood of bright rays 

Blessing the sands of time.