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
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