Peaceful Moment

 

The anger of the tides is an empathetic cure.

Searching for reason, the land moves as one with the sea.

In the palm of my hand sits the ocean’s breath.

We are all mere specks,

but our spirits floating above,

creates a massive cloud of unity.

Feel the passion when hit with the chill.

The day blooms with the bud.

Sun shines, heats, and treats.

Forgiveness comes with each new day-

when the balance is restored.

A simple divinity. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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