Waves
Eric Bonholtzer
The tranquil swells under snowcapped peaks
Of impossible heights and cloud tendrils whispering
With the watchful presence of azure skies.
These are the reflections, the rhythmic sways of natural beauty
Mirroring and echoing the ever-present beat
That can be heard by standing still listening for the resonance.
Lifetimes come and go watching the waves
Gently sauntering to the shore, the crisp breeze
Refreshing to even the most tired feet that have finally come to rest.