I see the waves crash on a rugged seashore. I hear the whistle of the wind and my heart is ready to explore.
I feel the mist upon my face, as I walk the beach, and I am aware of an eagle flying and the heights it must reach.
I hear nothing but the sounds of my own hear beat. Looking for a seashell as I walk in the soft white sands, and the waves run across my feet,
I look ahead to see a hidden trail that holds a key, to the mystery of life unfolding in all things wild and free.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
I see the waves crash on a rugged seashore. I hear the whistle of the wind and my heart is ready to explore.
I feel the mist upon my face, as I walk the beach, and I am aware of an eagle flying and the heights it must reach.
I hear nothing but the sounds of my own hear beat. Looking for a seashell as I walk in the soft white sands, and the waves run across my feet,
I look ahead to see a hidden trail that holds a key, to the mystery of life unfolding in all things wild and free.
