Friendly Waves
The waves are my tugging friends
Though they could play rough
I let the sun whip across my face; this fascination—it all blends
They could warm up my soul—enough!
The sand on the beach will remain my foes
Though they could have a hint of good in them
I let the sand scrape across my arms and legs; this infection—tickling my toes
They could be a pain to my skin—what’s their problem?
The seagulls are my pets
Though they could be pests
I let the seagulls fly away into the sunlit sky; this rejection—I can’t change my bets!
It could be a wonderful experience—burning their nests
I thank the creator so much
For providing me with all of these friendly waves and such
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