


MESA BEACH:
Upon driftwood I lie, where waves softly kiss,
Whispers of ocean's breath, a tender abyss.
Sunlight weaves golden tales, through clouds up high,
While seagulls dance, painting stories in the sky.
Salt tang in the air, a symphony of the sea,
With driftwood as my throne, I'm blissfully free.
Time drifts like the tide, in nature's embrace,
Upon the shore’s cradle, I find my true place.