Free

I want to be perched on the Earth
Waving, no worries
Warm sand is my worth

Taking a break,
I can rest from my work
Lying on long palm fronds
Catching the sea’s carbonated mist—
Crispy natural balm

No preservatives
My carbon, my essence endures
Reserved for nature
Nurtured in an endless cycle

I rise,
perusing without shoes
In the purple sky
Birds fly by in twos

A cruise on a cool breeze
A swing from the branch of a tree
On the soft palm of the Earth
My soul is untouched,

Free