The ocean rolls her lull, gives us a free get outta jail card,
Who wants to ‘skin a knee’ tryin’ to stay in the race pace?
The birds sail in the sky no noisy cacophony of competitive banter,
Sky free, winging it as one V-formation, taking turns at steering the hard,
Sometimes a play on waves, laughing as wings touch foam,
It’s calm and safe dancing with Mother Nature,
Like walking into a still cathedral as prayers hang in the air embracing the sacred space,
Babies remind us to go soft, to modulate as we watch in wonder as nature screams when she has to,
Wonder, where to be found in the chase, the whirr, the whizz?
The ocean waves rhythmically roll as nature’s maestro wand directs the healing symphony.