Waking dream

Call of the waves
Brought me to this place
A pace of feet among the leaves
Different to cacophonic city streets
A humble blue Bumble bee
Sets down, curious, next to me
The out breath longer than the in
Around here
Sand between toes
Sweat beading on lips, chin and nose
Crickets sing in time with the breath
Or is it me
Stand tall posture
Like a tree
Ignore the planes roar above
Accept all that is
Between the earth, sky and sea

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