A gust of wind blows and a ripe guava falls from a branch
Hitting the earth below with a soft thud,
Exposing the fertile pink interior,
Reseeding itself where it comes to rest.

The ocean's wave, foamy and thin,
Glides smoothly, tickling the sand
While numerous tiny crabs, exposed momentarily, scurry to their holes
Then reappear, tentative.

The current of the great sea sways,
Shifting directions along the coral reef
And a ribbon of a thousand colorful fish in chorus
Join the kinetic dance.

The evolving mists of H2O, this time fluffy and swollen in the sky,
Gathering momentum in order to return to the sea in the form of raindrops,
Reflects the light of the sleepy sun.
An orchestra of tangerine, topaz, rouge and resounding violet
Flare and echo across open distances where birds soar.

It was never my intention to cause these reactions to occur,
Only my will to witness beauty in simplicity,
And reassurance in life's joyous perpetual rhythms.
But somehow I feel responsible for making it so,
Simply by wishing it into existence.