Tree lined streets

Canopy hugs

The breeze off the Gulf

The sound of crashing waves

Seashells under our feet

Sand beneath our toes


The magic of the Ocean

The healing that takes place

The Sun watches above

…and she warms my brown face

The Glory of God shines on me


The Clouds form perfectly above

Dolphins play just offshore

Wings dance above us

We take none of it for granted.