It's never too late

She slayed down the river of woes:

skipping stones; swimming salmon; sizzling sunshine on her spine.

She slows to show the sun the shadows,

shaped by mother-nature herself: seraphic and sensational and oh-so divine.

//How seagulls soar throughout sapphire skies,

small bugs scattering, swaying on stones,

seeing swans scull amongst the sea lies,

pearls and sailboats and ice cream cones.

//Sand between her toes, swim suits on sale,

kids with their siblings and families and friends,

small sounds of sweet smiles on a large-scale,

snapping silly photos using a camera lens.

//She thinks, a smile on her silent face,

for a moment, it seems, everything can be okay,

maybe even passable, maybe even ace,

and maybe she will sleep to wake up to a new day.

//And maybe in the future, when she's old and gray,

she'll hold onto her grandchilds hand,

and walk them down the very same way,

that convinced her in the beauty of the land,

that convinced her to stay just another day.

not really sure about the title lowkey made it up on the spot