The wind ripples across the dunes, waving the brown grass.
The waves that bear my carefree friends amass.
A singular ball of fire sinks at an observable speed below a perfect line.
The horizon is broken-up by boats, from our foolish selves, a sign.
I pour liquid sand over my bare feet,
wiggling my toes and enjoying my seat.
I'm amazed as sand rhythmically sinks into the hole I quickly dug.
The waves and water fill it in, so now it is as smooth as a rug.
A salty fragrance fills my nose from the constant wind.
To God, a message I thankfully and joyfully send.
Thank you, Lord, for your small gift,
Through God's timeless sand I sift.
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