Rejuvenate

Sun, 07/26/2015 - 17:36 -- efw98

My feet sink into the earth,

Like an old man in his favorite chair.

Microscopic life tickles between my toes

Leaving a sense of clarity and peace.

The air tousles and textures my hair,

It rejuvenates my soul and my smile.

Life lives all around me:

Feathered Life, suited Life, care-free Life.

The salty water of the East Coast nurtures

My skin, my mind, my existence.

I long for the warm summer days basking in the Sun

At the Shore.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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