I Wandered Lonely As a Beach

I wandered, lonely as a beach that stretches miles along the shore, with its horizon, far from reach- to hug the sky, forevermore. From unseen starts, waves crash, retreat, bathe pristine sand- no prints of feet. So vast, the ocean, with huge waves that rise and churn beneath the wind as white caps form with froth that plays upon the beach to then rescind back out to sea, where currents blend; return again- once more- extend. The lonely beach divides that space tween stable land and rolling sea- two worlds that coexist, embrace; all life by nature, guarantee. The land, with seasons, changes scene; the sea turns wild- or rests, serene. But still, the lonely beach remains; as constant as can be, it lies- except with ebbs and flows, it gains a changing breadth with lows and highs. It guards both worlds- and all alone- will face those forces still unknown.