You mock me from your salty perch
On the jagged rocks by the shore.
While morning sun warms my face
As I stroll on the ocean floor!
Seagull, how I envy you!
You are wise and strong and free,
With silent wings you soar on high,
Catching only the fairest breeze!
Would that I could be like you!
And float above my fears,
Escape into a salty breeze
Whenever trouble nears!
But alas! It wasn’t written so,
This is my destiny,
So I will let my spirit fly
With you above the sea!
© Annabel Sheila