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