Now, imagine. The free flowing green glowing acacia trees gushing gently in the summer breeze
rippling like the vast azure ocean beneath it spitting tiny specs of froth upon the glistening sand
all is empty in this large expanse of freedom yet so filled, so filled with emptiness
the sky beams birdsong in golden rays whilst clouds are whirls of hot-chocolate cream.
Hold my hand. Walk across the sand with me and feel the warm texture of sand beneath your bare feet bend down with me cup your hands and dip them into the sea lift sparkles of opal energy and splash it over your face; smell that grace and feel the refreshing wetness.
Now this poem has ended but life still goes on - you can make it. Trust. |