Mystery Obscured Poem by Aimee Nell

Mystery Obscured



Far away from nothing,
The trees in the sky is what I see.
I hear the wind - it's coming,
Stirring up the pine trees.
I hear the ocean behind -
Smell salt in the air.
The wind it finally reaches me,
Mixing pine with salt air.
The sky is steely grey,
The sun obscured by clouds.
It casts a mysterious light,
On trees and ocean alike.

Friday, October 31, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: ocean,wind
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