Sea oats gently swaying
Reaching, arching
Softly nodding
Lucid green water
The Atlantic
White crests of waves
Rolling toward
Ever inward
Whereto do sea oats point
What are the waves reaching to?
So is my life
Reaching, ever reaching
I am as real as
The sea oat, the wave
And my reaching
Is as real and purposeful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reaching, reaching to the light, Liilia, light is all around you, lovely!