Chosen Path

I choose the sandy path, of salty air and sea spray bath. Sunny days and rolling tides, A place I can put my worries aside. I can wander the dunes and tune into the birds, Making everything else welcome blurs. I can sea shell hunt by the shore, never knowing what's in store. Finding fulgurites scattered around, Formed when lightening strikes sandy ground. Watching ships from a far, Crossing the ocean like a long lost star. I can walk in peace alone in my thoughts, Nothing more valued can be bought.