Unwind- a poem

AS I look at a blank page,

The words become more clear.

For if you pause your constant search,

It’s then you start to hear.

THE sound of water on the rocks,

The seagulls flying by.

The beacon of a lighthouse as

It listens to your sigh.

SO many joys, all around,

Are there for you to find.

Relax, release, and realize.

Take time to then unwind.

Retm