I can see two small motorboats,
Floating in the fog soaked cove.
Early morning sun,
Still asleep under the grey canopy.
Pelicans pass by,
Calmly going on with their day.
Making themselves at home,
On the two boats floating at sea.
The egrets join in,
They're not far behind.
Their piercing, white coats,
A stark contrast against the dark blue,
I too want to float with the boats,
Fly with the pelicans,
And hunt with the egrets.
Make myself at home,
And calmly go on with my day.
Live my life majestically,
Amongst the canopy of grays and blues,
In the fog soaked hues,
In the living mural of nature.