The Big Blue

Mid-summer breezes bellow a Whistling tune, Echoing soft melodies freedom's, Playful abandonment. Against sandy shores waves gently, Splashing, Multicolored shells mixing amongst, Pebbles, Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting, Hush. Gliding torrents dive through rough, Surf, Greedily seagulls screeching, Screaming who was here first. Snappy crabs running to and fro, Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast. Then suddenly captured, dragged by, Watery under toes. Rippling calmness returns at last, Basking in days repast. Day break's glow warms mans soul, And awakens his heart. Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny, Such beauty that lies before him. Tranquility's slumber lie thee down, Gently rock me by the sounds of The sounding sea. Release thus abandonment’s spirit, Foam unto spray washes all my, Troubles away. Here at night's curtain fall, While stars above shimmer And shine. Another morning sunrise appears, But quietly I know longer remain. Silence can become a bitter sweet, Thing, Just once more to hear distant Loons calling sorrows cry, But nothing except silences, Response, Answers to me in still calm. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN