The birds chirping,
The wave's crashing,
This is a peaceful place.
The breeze hits my skin,
And warms me from the outside in.
The smell of the ocean,
The mist from the sea,
The waves crash below.
The tree that shades me is tall and strong.
I feel the life within.
A small squirrel leaps from its branches
Landing almost at my side.
We see each other but it does not run,
It is peaceful here.
We sit and watch the sea together.
As the sun beats down,
Through the mighty oaks leave's.
We sit and watch the seas
And as darkness comes,
The sea is calm, until next days light.
About the Creator
Jesi Sin
I'm just a girl who loves to write \(^♢^)/
Babydoll Head In My Closet
This frightening experience occurred when I was about eight years old. I used to sleep on the couch downstairs, next to my dad's bed, because I was afraid of the dark. My mom typically wouldn't get home until around 11pm, so I always slept near my dad for comfort.
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