Wild Cherry

I float upon the silver sea,
A feather on the wind so free.
No weight to hold, no chains to bind,
Just drifting where the breezes find.

The ripples dance, the sunbeams play,
As time dissolves and fades away.
Soft clouds above, so light, so high,
Like whispers stitched across the sky.

No rush, no race, no need to be.
Just floating, simply being me.
A moment caught, serene and bright,
Suspended in the hush of light.