Seesaw Sashays on Summer Shore

I walk along the shore, bare feet in sand. The seabirds wheel and cry above the sea. The wind hums secrets shaped by ocean’s hand, As surf calls out, wild-voiced and full of glee. The sun casts arcs of color through the spray. Shells open wide, and sing the songs I adore. As swells roll in, where dolphins leap and play. And salt clings fast to things we can’t ignore. The breaking waves still rumble towards the sky. They toss white veils above the rising swell. And flotsam clings where tides no longer ply. Where silence fell, and joy once used to dwell. And when the summer sets and dusk has come, We’ll sing sea shanties, lauding light and sun.