Tide (Poem)
Another short poem inspired by the sea.
Rare is it people take time to appreciate what life is really about.
As I stroll down the pier, people rush on by. Too busy trying to get somewhere they miss what makes life worth living.
The sigh of the wind.
The sound of the lapping water.
The sight of the sun reflecting, looking like a sea of stars.
People are always in a hurry, swept up by the current of what we call civilization.
Too often people look for beauty, when it is all around us and just needs an open eye and mind.
I feel one of very few with such openess and wonder.
Will future generations remember where to look?