canoeing on an ocean river
Thou I can be very powerful and sometimes calm, I still find a way to ... life is like an ocean.
Feel the waves wash over your back.
In the melting sun like heaven touching my arms.
Looking at the clouds reflecting all the pinks and blues like cotton candy.
Over the blooming hill, echoing white noise of chirps and crickets.
Listen to the trickling of the slow water over the smooth rocks as a small waterfall would.
Feel a warm wind brush your face.
With your eyes closed like sleeping on a cloud.
Enjoying the radiating warmth of mother nature.
And the soothing crackling of a log fire like a volcanoes sparks flying through the air.
Copyright © Dez Wilson | Year Posted 2019
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