Seagirl

Every morning she comes,

Brings with her, her love,

For her surounding,

Though her hearts pounding,

She runs and she runs,

Till her legs, heart, and lungs,

Hurt with her passion.

Together, rocks, trees, and beach, they sigh,

As she runs in and out with the tide,

So rare is it now to have someone like this,

That isn't afraid to not look her best,

So the wind flies through her long hair,

And the water, it splashes without a care,

But the onlookers look with disdain,

At the girl who runs, sunshine or rain,

All they can see is a girl with hair wild,

And to their disbelief; on her face is a smile.