Plunging my toes Within the churning sand, Water surges past, stretching For exposed gra** land The purging ocean scent Bathes my emotion, While rigorous sand crabs Scurry to meals in motion The wind whipped waves March toward their doom, Gulls hew tactical designs Beneath the vigilant moon Points of scattered light Ride on inspired creation, Ocean travelers move through Nights mist, with exhilaration Crumbled sandcastles disapear Without need for sorrow, For fresh dreams and memories Will be rejuvenated tomorrow....