A Barefoot stroll
By Eve D
Published 21 September 2023
I walk barefoot, a pair of sandals in my hand
I can feel the pulse within the sand
As I look around, the enchantment hits
While I step on lonely broken pips.
I hear the crash of the waves, sending their message
I draw in the sand to send one back
I feel the crunchy grains, almost like rice inbetween my toes
The world is a magical place. How?
Nobody knows.
The ocean is a potion, the seaweed acts as lotions
which feel like guards, still and patient
I have a border, a protection shield
Mother nature, the trees and waves on my side
Every grain of sand is a soldier, protecting me
with pride.
The wet, glistening, green leaves stare down at me
Some trees are thick, some trees are thin, but it doesn’t matter what shape or size they are in
They are beautiful in every way and I hope they
are here to stay.