Maybe it was the way the wind hit her face

The way the trees swayed as she danced on her tip toes

The way the moon kissed her skin barely visible, but enough to where you could tell she was loved

Maybe it was the way the ocean dragged herself upon the shore

Or was it that the shore dragged itself to the ocean

Was it the way her feelings crashed like shadows as the sun slowly sets

Or could it be it was a dream. A warped thought of what you saw that never really existed