The Maui Beaches

Like the leaves of a healthy palm clashing in the wind, the waves of azure beaches crash on golden shores. Like the breath of fresh air from somewhere never been. Like the calm crisp clouds against the deep blue sky, the breaking waves crash right on by. Just as the sun comes up with every waking breath the sun goes down to set before we rest. Its the way our fists relax from the tension and stress how hibiscus blossoms clean an angry mess. Like a thousand angels diving into the steepest lives, the water falls gracefully and never asks why. Like nothing ever known before we look back and could never ask for more.