Escape

Waves crash against the shore
As I sit on the very edge
Waves keep coming back for more
"How beautiful" makes rounds in my head
A little blue bird sits on tree singing its little song
At this moment of needed peace
I feel that I belong.
Pencil in my hand, paper on my lap
Right here, right now, I consider perfection
And I don't wanna go back
I smell the sweet smell of flowers as if teasingly roaming the air
As the wind makes it's way blowing through my hair.
Just me, my pencil, and paper and this beautiful scene
And right now, that's exactly what I need