We stand on the beach with feet in the sand
the tide bring the waves up and over us
each wave is different and last but the time it was meant
Some softly cover the feet with tickles
Others forcefully wet our knees
Few splash up with droplets reaching high
The shape of the sand around us changes
But our feet do not change
They stay as we put them as the landscape alters
We plant our feet in the beach
we stay until time to go
Enjoying each swell but knowing
another beach will always bring us similar joy
in another pattern of waves over our feet
