Her

She was a cup- constantly and quietly being filled.

Many know her, but few understand her.

Like the moon, she shines bright, and is bold.

There’s love in her eyes, and flowers in her hair, flustered with the aroma of the salty Atlantic.

Although you’d think her to wander the shores of the East Coast, she hadn’t touched the sweet sands in years.

She was wanderlust, having a strong desire to travel. She longed to meet new people and see new faces, but her life is here, even though her world is there.

The way the waves hit the shore in her favorite movie was meaningful and sad, urning for her to go back.

The powerful, green body of water meant more to her than words could ever explain.

Constantly racing towards the dunes, the farmer’s daughter is destined to leave this place someday. She has so much left to see and do!

¨Die sonne wird immer steigen” The sun will forever shine.

The sun sees her admiration and smiles every time she looks up.

The Atlantic is her safe haven.
-G.E.S.