Nothing

All I need

Should I be left to my own

Devices

Could never be something

That I could describe

To all those closed minded

People

Because the sweet caress

Of wind around my palm

And the freshness she brings

The swell of music and sounds

That so familiar crash

Against me

And the content melody

Of the singing earth about me

Never leaves

Never leaves me

This sweet embrace

Of being held by the earth

Is all I need.