


MESA BEACH: Upon driftwood I lie, where waves softly kiss, Whispers of ocean's breath, a tender abyss. Sunlight weaves golden tales, through clouds up high, While seagulls dance, painting stories in the sky. Salt tang in the air, a symphony of the sea, With driftwood as my throne, I'm blissfully free. Time drifts like the tide, in nature's embrace, Upon the shore’s cradle, I find my true place.