Posted by MFish

Alongside the angled byways,
a canal of waters pass,
as rainfall follows gravity,
towards a swampy morass.

The roar of waves, beating
against the Ocean shore,
promotes our primal senses,
of what we were before.

The scent of salted sea spray,
assails our sense of smell,
with the sound of Seagulls crying,
completes our return, so well.