The Beach

Writer's Cramp entry, 5/31 Line count 16

Alone in this place,
The sun on my face,
The heat on my skin,
I am tranquil within.

The sky is azure.
The color so pure
Is reflected once more
By the waves off the shore.

The whispering breeze
Dances with the palm trees,
They wave and they sigh
At the birds flying by.

For this moment I'm free,
Content to just be.
All my cares cast aside,
Washed away with the tide.