I am from the depths of the rolling waves,
and the grains of the salty sand,
I am from the smell of cinnamon buns, smoky campfires and coffee.
I am from the local grocery store,
always stocked with whatever you desire,
From the dark emerald trees, and the petit precious ferns,
I am from the tidepools, overflowing with life.
From the “Don’t wander too far,” and the “take your sister with you,”
I am from the coffee house filled freshly baked doughnuts,
And warm coffee in mismatched mugs.
I am from my footprints, that are made only to be washed away,
I am from the dark skies and the thundering rain,
and the peace that follows,
Lastly I am from the laughter that echoes through the camp site as we sit around the fire,
With rosy cheeks, sandy feet, full hearts and warm souls.
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