SURF UNDER THE STARS

 

She is a good person.

The sun casts happiness

across miles of fields and villages,

a lamp lights up

a small, sorrowful life

simply by switching on,

and goodness is always stroking her,

like the air does,

like the breeze of a fan does,

like millions of mild feelings do.

She likes to lie still

and listen to the music inside her.

The flash of her goodness

can always be seen,

like surf under the stars.