the poetry of morning

[sweetwater]

the joy and painful turning into the poetry of morning
the light that shines upon the sea
the movement of the water in the shadows of a rock pool
the clear blue sky in the cloudless afternoon

the warm summer breeze of smiling into corals
and the fish that swim along the surface

the crabs that hang out of water on the rock stone

the moment to remember the beginning of something new
the entirely different appraisal of underwater tubas
and black sea urchins that sit on the bottom of the ocean

[justwalt]

ah... snapshot if life in the scrapbook of existence... nice

[dadio]

Fine poem.