Walk along the beach in the early morning light,
alone but for sand pipers and seagulls above in flight.
The fragrance of the sea gives substance to the air,
captured on an ocean breeze blowing fresh and fair.
The songs of birds up in the dunes and gulls above the sea,
mingles with the oceans sounds in a natural melody.
Ahead the beach so clean and smooth, the work of the oceans hand,
behind a trail of footprints melting slowly in the sand.
Wind sculptured dunes below a mantle of grass, the art of a brilliant mind,
painted by invisible strokes with brushes not yet defined.
This is a time of peace in the glory of a new born day,
the essence of life on this spit of sand between the ocean and the bay.
And for your time you should have learned of the way the beach should be,
of natural wonder undisturbed by man of the wind and the sand and
life by the sea.
Walk along the beach in the fading evening light,
alone but for sand pipers and seagulls above in flight.
A peaceful ocean stretching before your eyes, its waves a gentle roll,
joins with the quiet solitude as peace joins with your soul.
The western sky of blue and pink with gold edged clouds that fade to gray,
floats above a fiery setting sun that seals the closing day.
In the east a crystalline moon rising full with the coming night,
to cast upon the silent shore a patina of silvery light.
Upon the dunes the grass now bends in a breeze so soft and cool,
that whispers to you on unheard words... walk on you mortal fool.
Walk on along the drifting sands and dream the dreams of man,
take the peace and wonders you have found and remember if you can,
Of what you learned while you were here of the way the beach should be,
of golden sands, of fresh salt air, of life and the sparkling sea.
