A LIVING SCULPTURE

The beauty of nature.

It is a living and breathing

sculpture.

It entices us.

It bemuses us.

It challenges us.

But most of all,

it inspires us.

ENJOY THE VIEW

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I need to clear the cobwebs,

clear the bad thoughts,

erase the worries.

Instead, I want to see a place

where birds chirp and play,

where mountains soar high.

I lift my face to the sun

to the beauty of life,

to the puffy white clouds.

Join me.

PINK SAND

The pink sand feels so soft.

Keeps my spirits aloft.

The water is clear and blue.

I want to enjoy that too.

As the sun brightens the day,

All I want to do is play.

ANCHORS IN THE WIND

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Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall

Calm blue waters.

Pink sand.

Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.

A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.

From their roots, they fly.

From their anchors in the sand.

A puff of wind

and they’re gone.

ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue.

The view waits for me.

A few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the sky.

The colors take my breath away.

ONE WINDOW

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One window among many.

One window to the world.

Watching the darkness.

Alone.

Waiting.

Open to the darkness.

Waiting for something.

Or someone.

FILLS MY MIND

The view fills my mind,

Soothes my soul,

Brings me inner peace.

The sweet aroma of flowers

Tingles my nose,

Draws me closer.

The sea air brushes my face,

Salts my skin,

Leaves cold footprints.

I’m running,

Eyes wide open,

Face to the sun.

I’m here

In the paradise

Of my imagination.

HEAVEN’S GATE

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The sky is pink overhead.

I will try to lift my head.

Waves lap at the shore.

I can’t take much more.

I can feel the sand.

Please give me your hand.

I must see this before it’s too late,

And I am waiting at heaven’s gate.

SWEPT AWAY

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SWEPT AWAY

Lights twinkle on the horizon.

A horizon tinted pink by the night.

I walk past the mosaic trimmed pool.

A trade wind follows me.

I’m being swept away.

By the view.

By the lights.

By the beauty.

A contented sigh drifts on the wind.

ALONE

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Lost Lake Trail – Ludington State Park, Michigan

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One with nature.

One with the mountains.

One with the lake.

One all alone.

SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.

A PERFECT PLACE TO BE

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.

Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.

Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.

Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

AN OASIS FOR ME

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Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke

An oasis for me

Under a purple tree.

Leaves fan my tired face

Far from the human race.

The view takes me away

Where the happy can play.

I close my heavy eyes

To shut out mankind’s lies.

LET THE LIGHT IN

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My mind is foggy today.

I need to clear the cobwebs.

Throw out the excess garbage.

The bad thoughts.

The worries.

All to the wind.

And think of a pretty place.

Where the birds chirp and play.

Where the mountains soar high.

Where windows bring in the light.

I can lift my face to the sun.

To the beauty of life.

To the smell of grass.

To the puffy white clouds.

I’m there right now.

Come and join me.