My head is against your shoulder,
Where it is protected and safe.
The seagulls call into the void,
Shouting to hear each other over the waves.
The bench we are on is hard,
But it was warmed by the sun making it strangely cozy.
There is a child laughing in the distance,
Playing on the rocks along the shore.
You giggle watching them,
Echoing that sound around your chest.
The breeze shifts slightly,
Moving my hair to remind me of its existence.
Here I am Rooted,
I am safe,
I am protected,
Between the sun and your chest, the world can do no wrong.