Tuning Fork

'The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul.’ I'm scrambling up the crumbling cliffs the Pacific ocean is raging below it's heaving about roaring and thumping then sucking back with strong undertow It crashes and spits onto the shore bubbling the sand as the sea sweeps by high above me the gulls skirl and whirl in scattered squall of high-pitched cry close by I hear the white noise wind whistle past me on route from the sea blasting through the wild dune grasses slapping my ears and buffeting me my ears fully open and body vibrating I am one with Earth, she thrills my soul her music sings through me, and I remember - I am Earth's tuning fork, and I am whole 11 August 2022 Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form poetry contest Sponsor. Constance La France