Life surges like a spring of water,
Babbling over stones,
As forget-me-nots and grasses
Bow and rise,
Painting luscious meadows
With green brushstrokes.

The ocean's breath transforms
Into splashes of lace at the shoreline,
Each a small kiss, briefly alive,
As waves thunder against rocks,
Eroding 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 its ink across the sky
And stars pierce through,
Offering glimmers of hope
As suns continue to shine
Through the darkness.

©️Lizzie Bevis