Breath Of The Divine

Beyond the margin of the bay, outspread where sea grass drinks and forms a shiny bed swaying in unison anchored to their roots in silent beauty bears to us their fruit; nourished within this alcove's tender keep simplicity bountiful and deep, above spindly branches form hidden dens mangrove forests carved by the ocean glens, hidden delights, a warm and husky scent fresh joys that heal the wounds of discontent; to be in kind with this world forever mortal earth becomes a lesser heaven, in calm prescient orbit, unhurried, bound by excellence, uniformity, in keeping with its masterful design bonded in spirit by a breath of the divine.