Salty waves curl towards the skies. Tumbling and flowing, not hiding it’s guise. As we stalk from the depths, our sandy feet find purchase in the soft warm sand. The sun has baked a delicious crisp crust, awaiting our toes to break the surface. We walk from the water, towards a shady spot on the beach. We prop our feet up and soak in the heat. The day has done wonders to replenish our souls. The water and the waves have given us a new meaning. The replenishing chill of the water streaks into our hearts, washing out the illness and brightening our parts. They say the waters are healing. I shall always look to the skies, the water, and to the cold chill of a body warming in the sun baked sand overlooking the sea. Hammock and beer, and my sweet wife with me. Laughing and telling of all that will be.
Despite cloudy skies, we paddle our way. Through winding wet places, fun ahead does it lay. We tack our way true, through streams broad and narrow. For the sake of delight, our paddles kept shallow. Gushing water does spray, up into the bow. Cresting each wave, with a hoot and a howl. As the day grows long and the dark it does set. We lash our boat up and make ready our best. A spark for the fire, the kindling does set. The smoke and the heat, to ready our nest. Toes numb with cold, are brought to a boil. We eat fish and fresh things, that we found in the soil. Our beds have been prepped with all the love and care. Like nestling cubs, we retire and sky-stare.
What will await us when finally get there? Will it be fair weather or a different affair? Who will we meet once we gain the ground? Be it an ungainly beast or a cuddly hound. When we travel vast distances to find our delight, we hope that we are treated to an eyefull, despite. Treading along on this path of near folly, we sway and we dance, on toes quick made jolly. The winding path is ours, and will always be so. A straight line we’re not, squigley’s how we go! The den will be made with much laughter and joy. Supporting each other, renewing, not coy. To the forest we will go, to teach and to learn. To gather our strength and to renew our strong yearn. Our tale will be long, sun drenched and twisted. Love filled with kisses, full of intention. I love you, my dear, you fill me to the brim. When I lose my tack, my wind, it goes vapid. Your faith never ends and your glow always warms. My hands on your face, your head in my arms. May our journey be sang from the lips of the bards. Their telling of our ways, our trails, they will charm.
Retiring to the trees, we take our sleep. The gentle lull of timbers and the slow deep creak. We hang from the canopy on fabric made taught, to glide through the air, on our magical cot. As the forest turns around us, we find our delight. As trees sway and camber, all through the night. Our heads will be warm by hats that we wear. For when we wake from slumber, our hearts will be bare. For the trees they do calm us, on these nights of chill air. As our homes they will keep us, safe from the bears. My wife does sleep close, so that we may not part. And apart we won’t drift, intertwined as a pair. As dawn light breaks on our sleeping brows, we rise from our cribs as young baby sows. The heat it alights our bodies a glow, to bring new to the world, our love shall it grow. The day is a joyous triumph to be seen, a treasure to keep close an eye to be keen. And as the time passes and the trees they do sway. A tale will unfold, of our love each day. Our souls are renewed on this grassy glade, each year we give thanks and return just the same. We shall forever praise the glory of this hallowed place, always giving more than we must take. The wood for our heat, the meat for our bellies, the trees for our home, this place is aplenty. Our children will come and take from the glade. We will show them the bounty and to never be afraid. They will grow and love here and forever give back. For that is the cycle of our unspoken pact.