Walking along the shore
The waves push the wet sand up on your toes
Massaging the rough skin
That the long travels of the hours
Before produced
As the waves crash
All else is quiet
All you can hear is the rumble
And crash
Like an exploding cannon
Not violent
But peaceful
The beach is a place where all is calm
Where sounds are recognizable yet
Peculiar
And a place where you can relax and escape the
Long travels of life