The waves had long receded, the beach was breathing free,
The tiny crabs drawing on the wet sand, a beautiful tapestry.

But the high tides soon brings the thrashing waves back,
Rushing in and washing away every trace in its track.

Shells hiding a life within, waiting for the waves to return,
Journeys back into the depths, where the deep waters churn.

Left back on the beach are some broken, abandoned shells,
Whispering tiny echoing sighs as the raging water swells.

Footprints on the sand are but guests, who will not stay,
What ever written on the shores soon gets washed away.

Day dawns, filling the beach with the glorious sights of life,
Sun set hours, twinkling stars, and the beach shuts its eyes.

The beach sinks in slumber, resting in the arms of the night.
To be awakened into another tomorrow by the sea gulls flight.

Beach and ocean, endless love, forever on each other’s side,
Sparkling sand and oceans blue, in togetherness they abide.