At the Beach

At the beach I follow the sand like the water follows the seashore cool wind in my face, the sun at my back, all the world is an Apple Conversations with Angels and God's of the Universe are easy as rain, when I am in solitude's reign. The trees are a talking while I go a walking, oh what a view Children building sandcastles make a picture perfect painting, of both innocence and awe... With an acrylic sky that paints itself with blues, whites and pinks I hover my eyes over a mingling blushing sunset. At the end of day, it never fails to arrive, bringing with it both beauty or deliverance it shines and graces the land, without askance. At the beach the seagulls soar o'er promising horizons, while I sit on my blanket and watch a latent un-discovered sun, rise off the calm blue waters. Here where the crunch of an apple can be heard over ocean foam, I allow my heart to release a flower, before the sweet magenta gloam.