Sunshine floods the empty shore

And washes over the sand;

Gulls bring song as they soar

And explore dry land

On the beach.

Gentle winds blow around

Pushing waves to their end

They'll curl, then they'll round

Then with the sand they'll blend

On the beach.

My footprints are engraved in the sand

As I wander far, seeking shells

Beside the roaring waves, on land

Like strong, morning church bells

On the beach.

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• Date written: June 1, 2016 • Word Count: 73• Line Count: 15 • Stanza Count: 3 •