A Message of Life

In the dews of dawn, I’m ankle deep in sand
transplanted along her eastern shore. 
Å guest upon this land all bordered by waters
treeless and scarce. We wait- for the day to break
me and a flower 。。。stand alone

In between time
The last signs of night disperse 
for a new day births hues of reds  
to golden wisps of light 
blues blend 
below
The mighty water’s dance to shore

With one last swirl
	`They land  
In a clash of water and sand
Wave after wave breaks
a bottle stands alone 

the winds hum her song.