Standing on a sandy beach,
And looking out to sea;
Watching seagulls fill the sky,
Is a wonder for all to see.
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They come sailing in on a salty breeze,
In great swirling patterns they swoop and glide.
Responding to the caresses of nature,
In some mystical unison, lest they collide.
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In unfettered freedom against the blue,
They drift and soar with elegant motion.
These masters of the open sky,
That drop and wheel above the ocean.
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With feathers caressing frothy peaks,
They skim to seek what lies below,
Dancing above the rolling swells,
Rising and dipping to and fro.
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They screech and chirp and caw their songs,
In the airborne parlance of their call.
They drift and soar with a circling grace.
They flutter then glide with each rise and fall.
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Between drifting sand dunes and the sea,
Watching the endless, resounding flow,
Hearing the whispering of the sands,
Feeling soft zephyrs come and go.
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Standing quiet on a sandy beach,
Seeing nature dancing in the sky.
A wonder, and in such easy reach.
An exquisite marvel… for the common eye!
