Solemly Sweet

Lying under the scortching sun, as it beams upon my porcelin skin;

While the mild waters ripple over my ankles.

The tiny grains of sand sinking below my feet,

I lean to put pet the wetness that rests on my dogs coat,

His panting pink tongue lays limp over his teeth.

The air is warm and peaceful,

And smells of summer blossoms and Evergreen essences.

The days bright light glistening off the damp rocks shining like glass sequins.

Graceful songs of the birds echo throughout the trees.

I walk this sensual land as if it were my last.