• the waves
    clear and blue
    swaying up to shore
    they seem to dance from the blowing wind
    gently they collapse
    hitting the sand with a splash

    the grass
    alive and green
    brushing against the gusts
    on a perfect, quiet morning
    you lay there
    with the grass tickling your cheeks

    the clouds
    fluffy and white
    fly upon the sky
    all so different yet so a like
    make different shapes up in the sky
    slowly disappear into the dark

    the wind
    clear, see through
    an element we cant see
    but we know its there
    a small breeze as it flows past the earth
    blowing through your hair

    the earth
    whispering waves
    gracious grass
    colorblind clouds
    wondrous wind
    what a picture perfect day

    -Mikey