Quiet
The wind blows through the sea oats
Flavors and aromas of salt
Water and air
Stirring the feathers, moving the hair
Like a thousand spirits dancing
To the music of the sunlight
All the colors of the rainbow
Exist in the yellows, reds, and blues
But none of the blues exist in me
For within the light, within the wind
I am free
Free to fly when I wish
Or free to stand on the shore and feel water between my toes
Within the grasps and throes
Of movements far beyond my grasping
They are there for just the simple asking
I relish these moment of quiet
And the Quiet relishes me
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