Observations

Relentless waves lashing against the beach

Wonder what or whom they are trying to reach?

A flock of pigeons pecking at the sand.

Do they belong I wonder to any school band?

As if on signal entire flock flew onto the sky blue. 

Circled they did in the sky a few times

Back they are at pecking they didn't care a dime. 

Non stop breeze caresses the skin

Doesn't matter even if you are not their kin.

Mind feels free and the words come in a spree.

Few ships on the distant horizon

A treat for the eyes in the mellowed evening Sun.

A Ficus standing tall, her leaves shaking in delight 

Must be friends with the breeze and when it blows they feel alright.

Time does pass on all this observation

For an urban Dweller trapped in his home all this a new sensation.