She runs along the sandy beach,
Dabbling in the foam,
Lashing at cold & lonely rocks,
Always near, & yet out of reach,
Everywhere her home.
Whispering secrets to desert mounds,
Tiptoeing through spring fields,
Kissing every flower in turn,
As a nurse doing her rounds,
Taking, selfish & yet lovingly she yields.
Sweeping dusky dawn beneath the rug of night,
And letting through the day anew,
She brings the dust, the clouds, the wet,
She knows to dance, yet strong enough to fight,
She´s an enemy & friend to me & also friend to
you.
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