Dresses with zest

I inhale the oceanic air
tasting the saltiness on my tongue
caring not a jot for the made up lyrics to the songs that I’ve sung
I am strolling a scenic lane amidst the countryside in reality
But my mindfulness enjoys wandering off to Mother nature’s sandy shores occasionally

Seaside sensations satisfy my soul
invigorating each and every sensitivity making me whole
There is no where on God’s earth where I would rather be than haunting yon horizon staring out to the sea
So as I wander thru these woodlands listening to the chirping birds the pictures within my mind’s eye may seem a trifle absurd

Yet if an imagination doesn’t dare to dream would it be willing to wonder at our Dame Mother’s extreme
She dishes out her delights daily as she blows on the spiral of each season midst her sensational shows
Perhap’s my rambles on the break of the dawn offers me an early insight as I stretch and yawn
If this is so then I am truly blessed 
coz this Great Mother Magna always dresses with zest