My Sanctuary

Atlantic hue paints the sky,

White froth dots the sea of aquamarine,

Brush streaks of cobalt, navy, and midnight,

Grasping for the sapphire blanket above,

Sharp emerald blades cut through the soil,

And suddenly, I am immersed,

Pulling me into its depths,

Immersed in the deep, cool foliage of a spring morning,

A song of new life is nestled in the grass,

It swarms around my bare ankles, lifting its sounds up to my ears,

A choir, a symphony of chrysanthemums,

An escape from the vast canvas of sky,

An orchestra sings a graceful tune,

A melody of sweetness in the jade flora,

“We long for the sun, but we hide in the reeds,

Tangled and tousled by the ever-growing weeds”

Roots like shackles bind me down, 

My limbs stretch as they connect to the ground,

My final resting place beneath the shelter of sky,

And I’ll forever be in my quiet retreat, at last it is me and my sanctuary.