Beach with Blue Tree
I carry the people, the people that bustle
I cradle the ocean, the ocean that erodes me.
It is only now that I can enjoy the seasonal, lively active hustle.
When the sky can no longer hold the sun up high,
all the activity around me flees - whether on land or far off sea.
But, I
am not alone, I have the tree.
I am the beach with the tall blue tree.
We get through the days together,
the blue sad days, the bright red sunny days,
we're always together, no matter the weather.
The summer days come and go,
the flow of people and ships,
resting on me with blankets,
eating crispy, sandy chips.
Or surfing the waves that lick me,
eventually, time goes by,
and so do the people and the things around me.
But, I
am not alone, I have the tree.
I am the beach with the tall blue tree.
I then realize, with a sigh of despise
That I
will be alone, without a tree.
the deserted beach, without a blue tree,
that would be me.
