The crushing silence of the ocean.
The harsh screeches of the gulls.
Long beaches stretched wide and open;
shells taken with the heavy pull of each wave.
The morning tide brings new treasures and leave
empty conk shells abandoned in the sand.
A quiet morning stroll yields promise of
a new day begun and a new beginning found.
Sunrises bring new songs to the skies and
the waves carry with them folk tales from distant shores.
There are new stories to be told and old stories to be found.
A message in a bottle brings a secret note to a lost love.
“To my dearest…” it begins
“Please forgive me…” is how it ends.