A Trip To the Sea

The sun rises over the edge of the sea, The sky is blue for as far as you see. Orange and red melt into green, As waves crash in I slip to a dream. The waves crash reducing rocks to sand, Then they retreat revealing the land. The cycle continues they come back in, They return back to where they begin. Birds fly over catching the wind, Sailing up to the sky they are pinned. Soaring back down to land on the beach, Just beyond where the waves reach. I stand at the edge, the sand shifts. The tides progression seems so swift. The beach disappears with each wave, Depositing shells the ocean just gave. I listen to the rhythm of the sea, It seems the wind, whispers to me. I turn to leave and say goodbye. I listen to hear the seagulls cry.