For WPC: Inspiration
For this Challenge I was trying to think of gems I see that I class a treasure. The jewels I find in daily life.
There is something magical about the Ocean. It is the sound of the waves coming ashore, the percussion of the tide drawing back to rehearse for the crashing of the waves. There is the smell of the salty air that crisps the senses and clears thoughts like a dose of therapy for the mind.
The views are also worth their weight in gold. From orange sunset skies to days of pink and violet hues of clouds that look like a well draped necklace on the earths horizon for all that look up to admire the display.
My treasure therefore is the Sea. Its healing music, its gallery of skies and the peace and fortitude of calm.
Days of young, collecting shells
Of whistling wind and bicycle bells
Of skating down the pavement hills
Holding hands with shrieks and shrills
Of racing out to climb the trees
Remembering the summer breeze
To sing out loud the story rhymes
And always losing track of time
Long summer days, with a hundred ways
To play street games for days and days
To staying out late sharpening sticks
And brushing up on football tricks
With friends to find a new adventure
Making a go cart, the constant inventor
Of treasuring those exciting years
And remembering all those peers
It seemed appropriate for this Weekly Writing Challenge for me
to share a previous post for the theme of St. Valentine’s Day.
I posted this in December but it seems more relevant for the
Haiku – Flower
Hope is in a bud
A flower unfolds to love
Blossoms to dream of
The petals unroll
Like a story to be told
Like a fan unfolds
Thought, and message to convey
That words can not say
(Image from Google images)