The waves rush in
And bring debris
Of all the unwanted
Remnants of the sea.



Children play in
View of watchful eyes,
While bird of prey
Fill the clear blue skies.



The breaks in the surf
Roar up to shore
As surfers in their suits
Cling to their boards.



Heavy breezes fill the air,
Stirring up the smells
While out in the deep blue,
Currents swell.



Oh what a mystical
Wonder of creation,
The sky and blue sea
Lack separation.



They blend together,
Like on a canvas
While artists strokes
To its advantage,



How awesome that
It didn't evolve.
It was made by God,
Mystery solved.



The earth scooped out,
Filled with water,
And life abounds
Beneath it's swallow.



To God be the glory
For all He has done
To make such a beauty
Of water and sun.



And place man here
To thrive and absorb
The wonders of standing
On the seashore.


©Shy

 

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