the sea is a roaring orchestra
its waves a marching band
trudging towards a smart land
the gulls cruises a crescendo
gliding and sliding on nature's
wings in their quest of providence
strewn across water and land
the sand are little pieces of blessings
that afford a place to prostrate
when nature plays out its light hearted
rituals and nudges us to join in
its ethereal chants and supplications
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