Fulgurites Poems | Examples

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.