Gentle waves sweep against my feet
And continue a gentle sweep across the shore,
In a rhythm of grace that won a smile
Careless children, born of mother ocean’s womb,
Teasing my toes with ceaseless, rushing voices,
Chasing gulls that fly and meander here and there,
Their feathers, once soft and gray now
Touched in tarnished silver by rays of sun
That splendid ball of fire, reaching down, to warm the Earth
And calm my beating heart, and carve away the darkness
That bares the promise of new beginnings
An orb so bright it shares a splashing chorus with the waves.
Traveling on, I stroll in the warmth of the sand,
Humming my song of blessed contentment.
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