Sometimes crashing with carefree violence,
Her treacherous currents have deadly strength.
At other times lapping gently with healing
Constancy and power.
Always soothing and centering my soul.
Her breast is mounded golden sand,
Gleaming with crystalline magic.
Scattered treasures of polished stone
and weathered driftwood
Outshine the less savory relics of nature
that adorn her like a necklace.
Her shoulders loom protectively,
Cloaked with shadowed greenery
laced with malevolent ivy
and fragrant with cedar and earth.
Whispering wind through grass and leaf
harmonize with natures song.
The watchers glide above, graceful
and silent, shining impossibly white
and clean against the blue heavens.
Shedding all illusions as they return
with clamouring calls to scrabble