Serra Grande / by Azara Meghie

Crash and splash,

The waves move,

Hitting against the rocks,

They are high and low,

Sometimes moving slow,

Removing the minds blocks,

Tranquil and peaceful,

The palm leaves applaud the movement of the wind,

The way they all orchestrate together is the most astounding cacophony,

Then you hear a bird singing a fine melody,

Whistling in the distance,

Constantly thinking I appreciate my existence.

A wonderful Gem,

Placed perfectly for me to find,

A memory like this is one of a kind,

With the continuous thought,

That thing’s can only get better,

Life is a beautiful thing.