A Poet's Haven

I know it’s rude to stare, or so I have been told…
Yet I watched as she spun and danced…
To the sounds of this beautiful morning…
The crashing waves, and the breeze…
As it whispered and whistled in rhythm…
There was a time when I moved with such grace…
Those days are long gone…
The beauty and simple pleasures of movement…
I leave for the tomorrows to come…
And a world less polluted…

#beach
#ocean
#windyday