Where the land meets the sea

My feet slip down an old breaking branch

The plants flowing like a river down the hill

The birds in the tree squawking and screeching

The goldy green trees call to me

"Where are you going" they say to me in a whisper

I slide down the steep hill and say "I am going to where the wild things are" I reply in a whisper 

I get to the bottom the sand hits my feet I am where the land meets the sea

A salty breeze suddenly hits me

I can see the sand, I can smell the breeze, I can hear the birds squawking 

I sneeze

"Come back to the land where you learn and play" they all say