Strolling on the dock on the bay. Watching ripples
in the water from the wind. Watching clouds rolling
by, as the seagulls fly away.
Getting in tune with myself, finding inner peace
and tranquility.
Watching fishys jump, and flapping their tails.
The call of the night, such mystical magic in the air.
For all who go there.
Peacefulness calling my name in the wind. Serene
in all its beauty.
Captivating, hypnotizing, glorifying in its own way.
I wanderlust in my mind, feeling vulnerable to my
emotions.
Thinking of all the waifs out there, and how there in
such great despair. Wanting to reach out my hand
to comfort them.
To give them shelter from a storm, and bounty
plentiful. If only I could.
Today a new tree is planted, someday to reach so high
to touch the sky.
What a wonderful way, to sit here on the dock on the
bay. Letting your mind drift away, as the water ripples
beneath my feet, hearing the wind whisper my name.
Written By:
Donna Le
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