A PIANO IN THE SAND
We gathered at a spot where the ocean meets the land
to listen to the music of a piano n the sand.
Surrounded by nature’s diversity…so beautiful and grand
we felt the wind against our faces and watched the sun set on the water
to the musical accompaniment of a piano on the sand.
Every now and then birds would fly overhead…
gliding silently through the air…
wondering, I’m sure, how a piano in the sand
could make music as beautiful as theirs.
We didn’t know when we arrived on the beach that evening
when our feet first touched the sand
that all the beauty nature offered us
could be enhanced by a piano in the sand.
But that is exactly what transpired
thanks to the extremely gifted hands
of the man seated at the bench and playing…
his piano in the sand.
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