She inhaled the sweet smells
of the soft, crisp, summer winds.
She touched the pink shells
on the white, coral sands.
She grabbed her pad
and retrieved her blue pen.
She began to add
words to her starting poem.
She described the ocean
as blue as a bird's feathers.
She watched the waves motion
in a brisk yet calming way.
She wrote and wrote
as the wind blew the pages
She noticed a small boat
hitting against the waves.
She finished her write
and felt an amazing feeling.
She knew it would be a great night
for a calm, breezy walk.