A Day at the Beach

It was a perfect day on the island
It was miles away from the main city
To get there one had to ride the ferry for an hour across the blue waters
The sand on the beach was white and fine to the touch like fine silk
The water at times was turquoise

The beach was little lined with large umbrellas stuck in the sand
They were numerous colors and multi colored
People were sitting under them watching the waves
The waves pounded the shore breaking with bright white foam

The air was warm but not hot with a slight breeze soothing to the touch

Palm trees swayed to the breeze their leaves glistening in the sun
As the sun hit the ocean the surface looked like a million diamonds

Children were running up and down the beach laughing and playing games while parents kept a watchful eye

A man pushed an ice cream cart down the beach selling ice cream treats

A mother and her daughter played in the waves
The daughter eventually sitting in the water letting the waves run over her

It was a perfect day in every way

Every one was grateful for the perfect day and a little slice of heaven

Wind chimes rattling in the wind, playing their own kind of tune
Clattering of the bells ringing against the metal grate as the wind
whips through them
Trees bending in the wind, void of their foliage and green moving
to their own kind of rhythm
Snow lightly falling and blowing around like cotton candy strands
before gently nesting on the ground or other surfaces
It is the coming of winter and the start of the a new cycle in the
weather for the year
Cold easing its way into homes, bodies and open spaces replacing
the warm heat of the summer with a new found friend
Temperatures dropping outside like flies bringing a frigid feel to
the day and evening
Nighttime chills and darkness befall the city as it gets ready to put
its nightcap on for the sleep that is slowly coming

Longing for the cool
It is the beginning of summer
Yet the heat keeps coming
Like an unwelcome visitor
That has overstayed

I am yearning for the feel
Of cool crisp air
Cleansing breezes against my face
Clear skies

I am missing the scents of fall
My body and spirit tire from the heat

I am longing for the cool
Crisp, fresh air
The need for a blanket or sweater
I am longing for the cool

At a time of strife
It’s important to reach
Lift one’s self up
Higher and higher
Strive forward
Not backwards
Following your dreams
Don’t give up
Try for the moon
Or better yet
The stars
With true belief
Anything is possible
Light always wins
Against darkness
Miracles happen
Every day
Look around
Just believe

Dreams are what we make
From the ideas, wants and desires
From our minds and spirits
We can take them into reality
At anytime
It just requires will, persistence
And faith
If you believe
Especially in yourself
You can do anything
At anytime, anywhere
Dream big
Watch it grow
Into your reality
We are each an artist
Creating our own worlds
Be a dream maker

You are standing tall like a warrior in the desert
There is a path with two directions
One to the left
One to the right
Each will take you on a different direction in your life
But, the choice is hard
So much to ponder and think about
So, you just stand at the fork, not knowing which to choose
The air is clear and the sky is blue
There is no noise to be heard for miles around
Then a wind picks up from nowhere and erases one path
Leaving only one for you to take, towards the light ahead

We all have a choice
Each and every day
Which path to take
One towards the light
Or the darkness
Whichever we take
Determines the energy
Of the day
The light lifts us up
Inspires
Brings good energy
Hope, possibilities
Whereas the other
Only brings negativity
Despair and sadness
So at this time
Of light and hope
Lets walk down the path
To light and hope
By doing this
We help to light up the world
Believe