Gentle, warm breezes caress my skin,
They have a scent of sea and salt.
Seagulls cruise overhead--it's peaceful,
My senses don't feel under assault.
The waves lap gently at the shore,
Sun protection always on hand--
Sit in my beach chair, my toes
Buried in the warm sand.
Do some wading--look for unique
Seashells. Catch up on my reading--
Or listen to music with earphones,
Maybe a little napping.
Thank the Lord for this
Beautiful place--His majesty
Shows where ever you look.
All this beauty for you and me.
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