Flowing Through

Tide flows in, waves of white    
night gives way to morning delights  
crash of water on rocks, ocean in rows    
back to the current it goes    
   
Seagulls searching for morsels    
small creatures for a feast    
a little child looks in wonder    
hunt for food the nature of the beast  
   
Salted air is a weary traveler's renewal    
tranquility found reaching the place    
nature's expanse the Pacific Ocean    
such a miraculous space    
   
Breaking out the guitar    
elderly couple smiles    
we share energy in a chorus    
hanging for awhile    
   
"The Wind is the Whisper of our mother the earth  
 Wind is the hand of our father the sky  
 The Wind watches over our struggles and pleasures    
 Wind is the goddess who first learned to fly"  
   
Taking a hike along the beach    
all varieties of people    
eminently sociable and serene    
a break from pursuit of the green    
   
Stepping into a quaint shop  
none of the sales jargon and hustle    
relaxed golden lab inspects me    
back to the mat with it's cute rustle    
   
Needed break from life going quickly    
the young scholars' tribulations and strife    
but in my present a pace unhurried    
sweet balm of life


Lyrics courtesy of John Denver, “Windsong”