with a rapping
and a tapping
I thought I heard a sound
when not fish nor man was around.  

but I felt the cold waves knock-
upon the beating dock
when I saw the sights,
and looked Mother in her eyes

and the boatman sails
and the birds yell
as wind chills earth
and caresses her turf

the waves start to interest
and crash at best
yet calm presides in time
and touches that soul of mine

the breath of a whisper,
as Mother Nature infers
to her children of fruits
yet they still bear the name of her roots.

she beckons me for thought,
though my mind is all astrought.
the wind hits my skin,
the blood in my veins thin.

I was merely viewing
when I started anewing
for when our souls connected,
I seconded guessed a bit.

though now I know,
what beautiful things bestow
in the secrecy of shore
and in the free growing galore

I see nature,
and she speaks to me,
quite softly by the sea.
I take comfort in her embrace,
and rest my eyes as her lips brush my face.

yes, with a rapping,
and a tapping,
I hear beauty gently say,
"Just for me and you today"