Impressive.

It was the first to fall,

No, the first to land,

Off of the tip of my tounge,

And had gotten situated in the sand.

As my eyes adjusted,

I noticed the hue,

Such a pretty color,

That would lead to all running askew.

Realisation.

What one may mistake as a coincidence,

I look upon as fate,

Because everything that happens,

It has its own place.

My being here today,

It serves as a sign,

A sign to be seen,

A sign which calls the divine.

Ridiculed, mocked,

Berated and harassed,

My being here,

That is, before I collapse.

For any place on Earth,

Can be looked upon as an utopia,

Through the right eyes, the right mind,

We can all experience that euphoria.

For those who crave,

Are those without.

That need,

Made out to be intensive,

We look upon a mound of sand,

And we call it impressive.