When Im standing on the beach I can feel the sand sift through my feet. When I'm glaring out at sea it's as if the worlds in front of me. That soft breeze some how warms my soul. Never shall it make me cold. Seagulls join me on a walk as if they can hear my innermost thoughts. When the tide comes in and the sun starts to set, the stars don't hide. I start to get wet. It's damp and cold but heaven knows I don't realy care. I swear that one day when I'm gone my spirit will be there until dawn. I will watch the sun rise, and feel the breeze. Here I know God is watching over me.
September 1, 2007