How I love that earliest morning walk When ever I get the chance to go- Down to the smooth undisturbed sand Upon a beach I both love and know- A special kind of morning meditation With natural gifts given by the sea- All there within the oceans cleanest air Nobody else about but me- My foot prints alone within the sand As I wonder so far up and back again- Collecting this and maybe that as well A little drift wood to make a special frame- Time to think and time to reflect as well Upon what ever comes to mind- Strolling slowly as I go along Surprising sometimes what one can find- Early morning beach meditation In the very earliest time of day- When all is washed and all is new And the high tide has slowly gone away- Beach combing .. Love beach combing Upon the smoothest ever undisturbed sand- Within the oceans cleanest breezes there A moment taken ever so loved and grand-