On Sandestin beach a beautiful wave
Came tumbling up to me.
It tossed some shells at my feet,
Then hurried back to sea.
...Away it swiftly flowed and foamed;
Joining other waves as if in glee.
Each moment, I think, is like that wave,
Once there and then not seen.
Let me wonder as I wander,
amidst the waves at sea.
Can such a wave affect me so,
to muse on my philosophy?
Or simply said, no more, no less,
A wave is just a joy to see.
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