Peace

The fiery sun pricks my skin
Sending shivers up and down my spine
The wind blows my hair
Gently and softly like a lullaby
Twisting the ends of my hair
Into tight curls

The sweet scent of nature
Is like an inhalence
I can't ever get my fix
The grass tickles my feet
They get lost and surrounded
By the weeds underneath

I hear the water clash with the shore
I take in that fresh scent
My eyes close
I feel my lashes
They tickle my face

I hear the soft whispers of the wind
Faintly birds are calling
The wind cradles me back and forth
Not catching me
But not letting me fall