Spending time by the sea,
In the middle of spring.
There to watch the rolling sea,
With its flotsam washing in.
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To listen to the seagulls cry
As they swoop across the foam.
To walk the sands along the shore
And through the green dunes roam.
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Ozone wafting with a briny air.
This is a place to be.
The freedom to briefly dwell
On the wonders that you see.
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The frenzied splashing of the waves,
As they spill upon the beach.
Leaving random patterns in the sand,
Nature’s message shown in each.
As the swishing ripples sing their song,
As the heaving ocean hums a croon,
All a random melody of the enduring tides,
And all of it in tune.
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It’s nature’s special antidote.
A medication provided free.
To wander aimlessly,
In a time of serenity.
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Spending time by the sea,
While birds and waves both sing.
Let body and mind wander free,
In the middle of spring.