Windy Morning

Windy mexican coastline morning
I can feel the thickness of my
Bronzed skin, its only the wind I warm myself from....

U become the wind
And the blanket falls

Before sunrise
If you can count the stars
And know not which you've counted again.     
Or like the wind is telling everything
In nature
Let's sing the song of the sunrise
Ur grand palms swaying in excited glory awaiting to be fed

You will stand still in the light all day......like a soilder..til your 
battlecry for morning begins again with the wind....

-karen