Along the ocean side
The grainy beach lay
Where it always did.
It never moved,
It never changed.
But the waves were always churning.
It seemed they could not decide where to go.
Stay on the sand?
Or find other land?
The water left the beach alone sometimes,
When the water was still and the sky was bright.
It was a happy scene.
But the beach was sad,
Lonely.
Without the salty ocean water
The land stood by himself.
The waves saw it.
They saw how sad the sand had become.
And they swam to shore to join him.
The sand was glad.
He did not enjoy the deafening loneliness he had endured.
And although the ocean kept him company for awhile-
The tide always drifted back out
And left the sand
Alone again.
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