In a view

"To him who, in the love of Nature, holds
communion with her visible forms, she speaks
a various language (...)
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides,
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy..."
(William Cullen Bryant - Thanatopsis)

A familiar scene
sitting on the rock over the ocean
under the warm sun
I sway with the waves
no binds here

Then the wind gently flies
over my untied hair
the warm sun subtly
glides over my skin
and the waves whisper quietly
to fill the sounds of silence
with grace

it doesn't matter if it makes
no sense at all
just look up at the sky
and admire the greens of the ocean.