Transcendentalism

Transcendentalism

The views of the coast 

Stretching on for miles

And how the skies

Lapse with the waves

A pale orange light

A golden halo 

Karleigh Quinn

A soft breeze in the sweltering heat

The rise of birds

high in the sky

Exhilaration of running 

Through dipping valleys

The chill and shadows

That consumes the soul

The way I feel 

Floating 

Face toward the sky

Sounds muffled through pounding waves 

And I can breathe