The surf is before me
It laps on the shore
The sun ventures lower
To be seen no more
A walk amidst the tide
Now is done, complete
So I write this poem
While resting my feet
The waves performed a dance
Across the wet sand
Surging and retreating
From its place on land
On saturated coast
The sun glistened bright
To impart a warm glow
As it wanes in light
Moonlight Beach now basks in the glow of an early evening sun that ventures steadily and surely toward the horizon as it has always done since Creation. The fiery orb reflects off the waves along the shore as they proudly advance and mournfully retreat in obedience to an ancient decree. The shadows grow long, and the palette of colors shifts decidedly to red and orange. The sky is a rich blue with no clouds, save a haze in the distance that partially shrouds the coast to the north and south. People assemble on the beach donned with sunglasses to bid farewell to the sun at it slips below the horizon for another day. The air, earlier replete with warmth, slowly surrenders to an evening chill as an ever so subtle breeze whispers across the land. Evening has come, and in its wake another heavenly luminary will soon mount the sky to bathe the earth in its muted glow. Morning and evening, another day is complete.
It laps on the shore
The sun ventures lower
To be seen no more
A walk amidst the tide
Now is done, complete
So I write this poem
While resting my feet
The waves performed a dance
Across the wet sand
Surging and retreating
From its place on land
On saturated coast
The sun glistened bright
To impart a warm glow
As it wanes in light
Moonlight Beach now basks in the glow of an early evening sun that ventures steadily and surely toward the horizon as it has always done since Creation. The fiery orb reflects off the waves along the shore as they proudly advance and mournfully retreat in obedience to an ancient decree. The shadows grow long, and the palette of colors shifts decidedly to red and orange. The sky is a rich blue with no clouds, save a haze in the distance that partially shrouds the coast to the north and south. People assemble on the beach donned with sunglasses to bid farewell to the sun at it slips below the horizon for another day. The air, earlier replete with warmth, slowly surrenders to an evening chill as an ever so subtle breeze whispers across the land. Evening has come, and in its wake another heavenly luminary will soon mount the sky to bathe the earth in its muted glow. Morning and evening, another day is complete.
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