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In the morning The coast is greeted by the ocean Its oldest friend centuries over It waves to her And approaches Gently caressing her body with its watery hands as it makes contact Massaging sand Handles the rough parts gently The rocks Until they smooth down Eventually, over time it washes away all the blemishes All the traces of others From the footprints from those who walked on her The trash from others who didn’t know how to leave beautiful things as they are And the sand castles from those who felt they could come and establish their rule It takes everything Leaving her almost as beautiful and unaltered as she was before Shells are its gift Occasionally a pearl. Just because. Everyday it drops off another bounty and she is adorned with it Along the spots where it touches her palm trees spring up A green blush A sign of delight Of how she holds both love And life