Ocean roars And Waves crashI hold the conchMade of pearlTo my ear.I feel the sand,Wet, grittyBits of clear glassAnd brown stoneBetween my toes.I smell the salty sea.A seagull swoopsBetween the Two blues.

White as snowLike a silken bowlWith a dollop of honeySprinkle of seedsCatchingthe Reflected light.

A star fell last nightBright it glows stillIn my morning garden,Even before the sun is up!Brought a piece of blue sky glass with it.Yellow rose.Soft as a newborn baby's downy hair.Yellow as lemon pudding Cooling in a white bowl.Tart, fragrant,Starlit wonderYellow rose.