Memories of New Zealand

Roses are red, violets are blue.
My poem is different, that’s why I’m telling you.
It’s bony is as smooth as a whale’s bone.
Freshly carved, the power of the sea whispering peacefully to me,
Like Paua shells with strength.
The Sea Opal is very, very powerful to touch.
It’s warming touch like a delightful friend when I meet this friend,
She will be trapped in my necklace.
When I look at it, it takes me back to my trip to New Zealand.
There are memories.
I close my eyes and dream of a whale splashing in the aqua ocean.
Sounds of the sea.
Listen to it carefully, you’ll hear the waves crashing…but gently.
Not like a mass of swarming bees.
Reflecting on the sunset,
Gracefully