a song on four strings 

of a story never told

with bittersweet grace

misty, morning light

filters through the forest trees

as dryads awake

toes engulfed in the sand

ocean waves tickling my feet

a serene sunset

the sweet bud blossoms

in the early morning's glow

adorned with light dew

lurking in the dark

with his invisible cloak

he awaits his prey

From toadstools to trees,

From bacteria to bats,

Whip-poor-wills to whales,

The diversity of the

living world boggles the mind.

the softest whispers

of the shell against my ear 

call me to the sea 

on cool moonless nights

glistening stars pave the sky

with pearls and diamonds

silver streaks of night 

guided by the glowing moon

racing with the wind

drowning in a sea 

of thoughts and ideas that 

beg me to write them