I stepped away
From the busyness
To have a moment alone:
Gentle waves
Caress the shore
As I stand watching.
Dunes of sand
Lay their heads
Upon the lake's horizon.
Light reflects so
Carefully upon
The wake of speedboats
And I thought, "how tasteless;"
But they are enjoying
Nature just as much
As I - yet differently.
And that is fine.
I suppose that some
Enjoy standing
On the shore,
While some enjoy
Riding the waves.
Which is better?
I won't know.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
I stepped away
From the busyness
To have a moment alone:
Gentle waves
Caress the shore
As I stand watching.
Dunes of sand
Lay their heads
Upon the lake's horizon.
Light reflects so
Carefully upon
The wake of speedboats
And I thought, "how tasteless;"
But they are enjoying
Nature just as much
As I - yet differently.
And that is fine.
I suppose that some
Enjoy standing
On the shore,
While some enjoy
Riding the waves.
Which is better?
I won't know.
