From the East

Clouds break on reefs of air
Waves upon wave
Tumbling and rolling forward
Spilling froth on the front’s beach

Birds, aerial fish
Scales morphed into feathers
Soar and swoop in the currents
Hunting for gnat krill
While the seaweed grasses undulate

We live under God’s sea
As the tide rushes in.

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~ by writermichelle on March 25, 2012.

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