Facing the Emerald Sea

Dec.18,2012 Walking slowly along the beach,November’s wind is cold, As is the water- I run from the pearly waves drawing towards my dry feet, Reaching my eyes,where as to follow,reminds me of where I used to go, Watching the brilliant colors of the crisp clear sunset, Casting the greatest gleam across the sky,lit as if an arch-less rainbow, Fading Emerald Green flashing brightly before dark sets in, I turn with a teardrop, as I face the world again,back into the race I descend, Sleep until the following the day,Awaken refreshed,another break surely awaits , As my feet hit the ground.