Life surges like a spring of water,
Rippling over stones,
As forget-me-nots bow and rise,
Painting luscious meadows
As the scene becomes art.
The ocean's breath transforms
Into splashes against the shoreline,
Each a small kiss, briefly alive,
As waves thunder against rocks,
Smoothing centuries in seconds,
While sculpting the ancient earth.
Memories drift by,
Stained with sunset,
A brief melancholic moment
Alighting on my fingertips
Before surrendering to the wind.
Night spills across the sky
And stars pierce through,
Offering glimmers of hope
As suns continue to shine
Through the darkness.
©️Lizzie Bevis