Beach

Alone I stand on the shore, the water seemed to stretch,
Forever and ever on the horizon, one thing fascinates me,
Why is that waves gain momentum near the shore,
When all the sea is calm for all to see in the endless scene?
Foam forms at behest of sand, slashing and splashing at regular intervals,
Threatening to take the land beneath, your feet, sand shifted away,
Only leaving you small islands, to perch upon. A foam so formed covers,
The intersection between land and sea, thereby making boundaries vanish,
I walk in water trying to decipher, thus water end?
Or when, does this beach and both the sides?
I stand and watch sand castles, being built and watch them fall,
Battered by the relentless water on their walls, foundations shaken violently.
I stand and watch the birds, one time here, one time there,
Flying as they please, no regards for time nor for the boundaries humans make.
I stand and watch the shells emerge from their hiding place,
Hurting the feet as they come beneath, but pleasing the eye as they come in hand,
I stand and watch the sun plays a riot of colors, expanding its light into seven pieces,
Each splitting to give a feast for the mind, ever so more as the water flows.
I start walking again with the sandals in my hand wet, the bottle in hand empty,
I feel a void in my hand, something that I can’t make head or tail of,
Is it the troubles I faced, over the years weathering each as a storm?
Is it for the sorrows I feel, for something lost forever?
And lo behold! A wonderful scene emerges yonder,
I don’t know at that instant, a trick of light I perceive,
I saw a scene that made me happy though nothing much more than the beach,
Lit up like the Paradise itself, a scene worthy of Him.