Life In My Words
The warm breez brushies my face, the cool waves lapp against my legs as the sand greedely consumes my toes, my feet then ankles.
I hear a bird sing its soft melody of love and joy at being free as I watch the fish shole with amazing blinding colours, swaying one way then another with the grace of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers,
I am complete, I am happy and I am free.
As the day ends and night begins I breath free and easy.