As a breeze blows in from weeks out at sea, It brings to my nose the true scent of glee.
My soul, it alights, from this earthly plane, Takes flight with a joy I cannot contain.
In a moment I'm back neath the old Norfolk pines, Where adventure awaits on a turquoise coastline.
Or, just as pleasing, the right here and now, When I sit with my pup and the sun takes a bow.
A rough day turns triumph where this magic springs, A smile to my lips its caress always brings.
The source of this wonder cannot be seen; It can't be pretended, nor lose its sheen.
To me, it is nature's most golden deed, When the wind brings to my nose
The scent of seaweed.
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