Cascading water
flowing like words in poetry
to its final destination
pool with pulsing tide
hissing at the end of light
rushing deep and wide
crept up on the sands
a soft and intimate breeze
through the shinning spray
valley of Sunday
aroma of fresh cut grass
hotdogs sizzling
clued leaves whisper down
reflecting the morning sky
reaching arms of trees
unbind mystery
the rays before the sunrise
silver of the night
