The beach is my life
And the blue ocean breeze my friend.
I am at peace here, while
A lone sea bird protects me.
But why do thee follow?
Every day you sit, perched feet away.
Your stance is stoic.
I am proud to know thee.
Your coat is beautiful, soft white on gracious gray
And when you do fly, it is a sight to see.
At times you wander off, with friends I suppose;
Yet, I always see thy face again.
The beach is my love
And the blue ocean breeze my soul.
I can breathe again.
My sea bird, my protector, I thank thee.