Poetry+-+New+Zealand

=New Zealand=

Driving through the greenery of hills and mountains, Cattle and sheep scattered like sprinkles.  Driving along the soft, beating of the waves, as they roll in and out calmly. The icy water numbs my toes, as I walk along the empty shore. New waves bring more color - rocks the color of the rainbow.  Driving through the small, warm towns, glowing lights soften the pale sky. Humble people with smiles on their faces, Many people - Yet no feeling of rushing -  Driving back to airports. One last glance - It’s all kept in my memory forever.