A Pacific Gift

The bay’s color’s of living aquamarine Green and navy blend Sands painted by soft sun’s light The smell of marine life’s salty weeds One breathes in fresh bay fog Gray moist air fills the lungs Life feels heavy during difficult days Without the bay the chest Feels like cold rock Without the moist coolness Without the sun’s apricot hue The bay’s waves foaming white A sliver of the moon smiles In the early blue afternoon sky A gift to cradle this day