"THE SEAGULLS SONGS"

I stand on the edge of the sea

looking out at what is to be.

To be is to be alive to breathe

into the air of the ocean spray

as the waters flow away

into other oceans of the Atlantic,

the Pacific, the Mediterranean, the Red Sea,

and all other waters that be

to flow across our planet earth.

I look out at the sea,

listen to the sounds of the seagulls,

and how I think about birth,

and life and death of humans and all,

as we gaze at the clouds, the sea.

The seagulls sing and fly as

I move my hand up and down

the bay embracing the birds, the sea,

the clouds as the birds fly around

in circles singing loudly.

I feel the love of the ocean spray and

the peace of the breeze as I celebrate

all of the nature around me

and the moment in time of

this date in the past.

At peace at last

for one moment in time

as I know the moment will

go into oblivion.

My photos, my video will survive

the past, present, and future of the sounds

of time until

the planet spins around the universe as

promises of time continues to flow,

as the oceans ride goes in and out

of the bay to flow again to the rivers

and lakes of the globe as they flow.

I hear the seagulls shrill singing as I hold my camera

as they pose for the day

to remind me of this moment in time,

this second,

this hour,

of the month,

of the day,

I remember so well that very moment

as I told the birds I loved them too.

So shrill, so loud, their voices spread

love and peace for all.

WRITTEN BY:

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

DECEMBER 17, 2023

Time is of essense.

Time is of the world

of the globe.

The seagulls live on

all over the globe

on beaches across the world

of decades and years and centuries

as the story is told

around the globe