Ocean Air


To sit serene amidst the late day sun,
Or walk with toes in sand and surf:
Free--free to escape for a moment more.
To exploit peace and self explore.

Endless waves play a unique cadence,
As they linger methodically along the sand.
Overcome with a gentle tranquility,
Ah, a sweet gift from nature's band.

Sea oats dance along the Crystal Coast;
A steady breeze plays in my hair.
The smell of salt, the sound of gulls.
Oh, the simple pleasure of the ocean air!

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