In the limitless sky
Streaching over an endless ocean
There was motion.
The sun began to rise,
Bringing along hues
of oranges, pinks, and blues.
Starting the day brand new.

On the beach
sprinkled with pure, soft sand
by a giants hand,
An early riser stands.
Her feet are bare, clean as new
Her hair is wild, still settled with
the freash showers dew.

The waves crash in
Restless and free
foam is the divider between sand and sea.
Perfect shells litter the beach.
Never far enough out of reach
of the ocean's persistant pull,
or of the other eager visitors that snatch
A worthwhile toll.

A sandpiper runs on small stick legs
forward and back
unaware of the view he lacks
Happy to race against the ocean for all time
To find his yummy clams
before the water leaves him in a daze
The ocean moves fast, But the sandpiper
has always been familure with the maze

The blue herring crosses it's path
As regal as royalty
The sandpiper works with diligent peasent loyalty
But the herring doesn't notice
The importance of the little things
He walks with poise, Like a true king.
Tall and proud
But he'll never sing.

In the water Dolphins flip.
Laughing as they have the time of their lives
No worries, no strifes,
They burst out of water
Into clear sky
Their hearts are set free
Spirts unburdened with any chains to weigh them down
As the onlooker would like to be.

The sky glints off the wet sand,
As the blue hering, still as a statue does stand
And the waves chase the sandpiper
And the sandpipper runs strong,
The dolpins leap and laugh their song
Everything is natural
Everything is right
And for once the onlooker belongs
Here, on this beach
She had belonged all along.
If only this feeling of beach peace
Lasted for eternity.
That is the dream held close by me.