The sun sinks low on the horizon
Giving off a golden glow,
Shadows dance upon the ripples
As the waves to shore do flow.
Reflections show the sun's real beauty
In the shadows of the night,
As the screaming gulls head shoreward
Wings that shimmer while in flight.
Waves are lapping oh, so gently
As I walk upon the sand,
Make the most exquisite music
Part of nature's wondrous band.
How I love to walk the shoreline
When the sun is sinking low,
Seeing all of Earth's raw beauty
This is nature's greatest show.
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Mary M. Alward
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