I see the sky I see the sea Gulls that fly endlessly Catching the wind to soar so high Then downward drop when food they spy A little breeze makes white horses race Until the shore they do embrace A bitter taste of salt on your lips A crab and starfish in a rock pool live Seaweed that's left high by the tide Watermarks to show its hurried stride The breeze it lifts the drying sand Twisting, twirling like a dance Little shells all shapes and sizes Driftwood left from last tide rising A peaceful place to escape the crisis Let your mind wander as it comprises Andy.B 06.02.002
