Silver is the sky in the morning
where it melts into the sparkling sea
a vast mirrored canopy of light
a vast mirrored canopy of light
Speckled is the sand
by bits of shells
and bubbled air escaping
Hurried creatures race from here to there
and bubbled air escaping
Hurried creatures race from here to there
and back again
too late for them
sound and sighing from the earth
through waters
breathe out light
too late for them
sound and sighing from the earth
through waters
breathe out light
a world of wonder to behold
Amy Whittlesey
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