Standing in forepart of the sea,
Tides dashing, all I see,
A squashy sand hauling me,
Perceived like iam moving, when the water sweeps over my feet.
But iam in same place,
A lofty tide beats.
Refreshing air from all sides,
Crabs, insects and fishes, all hides.
Then I wondered about extent of the sea,
And I inhaled an aroma of the salt,
subsequently sun kissed the water,
Beautifully...