Tranqulity Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Upon soft sand life stands
still yet we see flickers
the wings count
there beats

Every particle dust mote
floats by such small things
impressed by all eyes

Wind is still
trickles sweat
from the brow
taste of salt
much it should
to us all

Wanders not in such
stillness tranquility
solid water vapors
eye still can see dropp
floating up waiting
antisapating when
said such accumulation
will appear

Wash me clean
pure is the rain
held so dear all
know make clear

Mind can so hear
whisper thats near
while upon soft sand
do so still stand