The steady weaves repeat their endless song,
Soft winds drift slowly over sand and foam.
The shining tide pulls wandering feet along,
While distant gulls cry out above their home.
The ocean breathes beneath the open sky,
Its rhythm is calm, yet strong enough to stay.
The sunlight pains the water passing by,
In silver light that dances on the bay.
Bare footprints fade where restless waters roam,
Each tide erases paths we left behind.
Yet something peaceful lingers in the foam,
A quiet place to rest the rushing mind.
The beach reminds the heart to slow its pace,
And find a moment’s calm in nature’s grace.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
The steady weaves repeat their endless song,
Soft winds drift slowly over sand and foam.
The shining tide pulls wandering feet along,
While distant gulls cry out above their home.
The ocean breathes beneath the open sky,
Its rhythm is calm, yet strong enough to stay.
The sunlight pains the water passing by,
In silver light that dances on the bay.
Bare footprints fade where restless waters roam,
Each tide erases paths we left behind.
Yet something peaceful lingers in the foam,
A quiet place to rest the rushing mind.
The beach reminds the heart to slow its pace,
And find a moment’s calm in nature’s grace.
The beach
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