Lazily wading in water along the shore, listening to
natural rhythms being elicited from waves crashing
onto the sand.
Finding shells, picking them up, listening to waves
as they swell and fall onto the sand, and are being
pulled back into a vast ocean of restless beauty.
Waves giving appreciation of its very own essence, a
tribute that's ever-lasting on this side of earth,
where anything can happen in moments of living.
Separating ourselves from nature doesn't usually work,
this poet and nature being one and the same, always
forgiving, allowing a purity and innocence to be a part
of who this poet actually is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Natural rhythms and rhyme motivate mind at each moment and we hear beautiful sound ever. You have excellently penned this motivational piece of work.10