Branches with silver leaves
Swaying gently in the breeze
Behind it a blue morning sky,
Announcing the day to come.
The smell of the sea stings a little,
The sounds of waves crashing in the distance
Remind you of where you are.
And you hear something new,
A guitar, not far,
Voices singing with that morning dissonance,
Inviting heads to turn,
People to come out of tents,
Other morning voices to join.
For a moment,
You might be,
It feels like you’ve found a patch of heaven on earth.
In this moment everything is fine.
You start humming along to the song,
Slowly getting up from the place you slept,
And you feel like you’ve been here all your life.
You know these strangers by name,
Somehow in the night they became family,
Uncomplicated and open,
And you’re finally home.