Essential Things

Palm trees line a pathway to an alcove of cool mists and ocean spray Where golden sand and craggy boulders display Their ageless beauty so well defined Where tide trundles infinitely with no decline Rehearsing with passion its eternal song Performing dances with the wind, as it waltzes along Imagine stories it’d tell if it could, of life Long before scripted words, and endless strife Imagine plain truth not intersperse with subtle lies No hidden agendas to beguile, no alibis Imagine it would tell of these essential things Of God, of life and lessons we’re still missing ~*~