A mix of sun, salt and sand hit my skin
as I took my seat at the edge of the sea
to watch it dance.
I was in awe to see there was no end to how wide
it would stretch. The Mom of the earth is the one
that can coax this large shape to sway with such grace.
I can not count the times it glides to and fro
nor how it lies still and runs deep.
I saw it leap high, take a bow and land on a huge rock.
With an arch in its back it claps:
it knows its own force, strength and worth.
