Go, please
I hope you venture outside,
find that more upon the shore.
Now's weather call is welcoming,
yet later's rain will weep some more.
There are waves to pulse to,
and all the world's debris to see.
Little surprises will contrast in you,
with the sadness you still want to be.
Open up the Sun's fall breeze,
let it embrace your heart's hand.
Senses warm with reality's release,
so go, Melissa, smile upon your land.
EaS
