by Ava Spampanato

No longer do I run as fast as I can past fervent foreground 
Of ever-blooming flowers and trees of oak that tower above 
Each cotton dandelion residing in overgrown grass 

Nor do I fear the violent salty rush of waves 
That sweep unsuspecting feet from sandy shore 
Or squally storm clouds that darken daylight sky
 
I no longer loathe the croak of midnight crickets 
Or the screech of rooster at dawn

For in the beginning God created everything 
And he saw that it was good  

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Ava Spampanato is a surfer from the Jersey shore, and currently writes from South Florida. Her writing is inspired by the ocean and the natural elements around her.