Beach

 I went to the beach. I walked down the pier. I sat on a bench. 

The show had already begun. 

The Wind was alive. It rushed thru every pore in my body. I grew a third lung. The Wind was strong. 

I felt every turn it made. Not sure if it was it, or the Sun that made me cry. 

The Sun was alive. It danced with the clouds. It was a slow dance. 

I swayed along. 

The Waves were alive. They were a rowdy bunch. The slow dance was ending, and the commotion only grew louder. Reminding me the day was ending. Telling me to gather my belongings. 

To leave what I have fallen into. 

The reason I was here. 

At the beach. 

Mischievous Mother. 

Always bringing my thoughts back to me. 

A grandiose performance. Bravo. 

-Verdure