Shifting Sand

I was walking along the beach, aware of sight and sound. The landscape had much to teach, from the sky to the ground. The sand shifted under my feet, fine grains, soft and dry. The kind that make a comfy seat, as you watch the day pass by. I stood where the dunes came to an end, curling my toes in the sand. In the breeze seagrass would sway and bend. I watched butterflies flutter and land. Moving down toward the water´s edge, where the waves were seeking the shore. The tide working as a dredge, pulling and pushing the ocean floor. Leaving a trail as I walked along, proving that I was once here. But in a short time, all will be gone, as they magically disappear.