As I run, barefooted
Over the warm, golden sand
I am overcome with such
Great joy at the sight of the sea.
I stand, meditatively now
In the soaked sand, enjoying
The playful surf, pleasantly
Nipping at my feet covered in foam.
The tide is coming back in,
And I'm in the thick of it,
Waist-deep, all my worries
And angst washing away.
I lift my head up high,
Soaking in the glorious sunset
And singing my troubles, my love
And then my praise to that lovely sea.
A breeze, peaceful as can be,
Seemingly wraps around my body
In a soft embrace - all is well.
Inside me my soul is calm and triumphant.
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