Analysis of Evergreen

Salty isn’t it?
Crisp, Quaint, and Reasonable.
The brush of the wind against my cheek.
The whispers of secrets from the moon.
Calamity in the power of the waves breaking against the shore
rush in to my heart and I am a fleeting child as it fills me whole,
running around aimlessly in the sand.
I should be sad, right?
I should be crying and yet,
I’ve never been happier.  
The oxygen is my blanket, the stars my guiding compass.
I know nothing except I am something and,
I’ve never felt more free in my life.
Curiosity wanes in all that is possible in the shadows of my now blossoming mind,
Oh Evergreens gardens,
as it is set to be Spring I am invited in for just a peak of
what could be and I am exhilarated,
 My friend,
You are suppose to be disastrous
A burning inferno.
So…
When did the world become so pretty?
I’ve been here all my life…and yet, I feel as though I have just arrived.