Hardened by the day's troubles.
As I stand looking at the beach,
In the early velvety sunset.
Unwittingly, into it I am drawn,
As the waves sweep repeatedly.
The smooth sandy seacoast,
With its characteristic sound.
For them there is no day,
And the night is just the same.
Back and forth, the cycle goes,
A constant in this changing world.
The salty wind comes to hug me,
Telling me to give in to the calm.
I walk up till the waves kiss my feet,
And my hardy exterior crumbles.
Is that the last boat coming in I see?
A lone dot on a vast landscape.
Somebody out there is finding his calm,
In the utter silence of solitude.
The sound that the waves make,
How can I describe their quality?
Reminds my how mom put to me sleep,
With a warm hand and a silent lullaby.
The sky is an adept artwork,
For it changes shades as the eye sees.
Darker and deeper it gets with time,
Until the stars come out to play.
The caw of the evening bird,
Pierces the silent symphony.
Moved I stand, in nature's awe,
Feeling one with the harmony.
Thus I walk back inside,
And go to bed a happier man.
As my head lays on my pillow,
It's nature that comes to say goodnight.
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