The sea, blue, broad, and vast, stretched before me, endlessly,
As I walked on the bed of sand without a trace of lea.

The white waves broke on the shore with a crash,
And then they disappeared from the land in a flash.

And each time they brought their treasures on land,
Which left their engravings in the hot sand.

It was sometime in mid-June last summer;
When heat waves raised the mercury with a shimmer.

I had gone there, torn and fragmented, by the daily strife,
For I really wanted some pleasure out of this life.

And it was a welcome relief from the dull toil
To get feet wet in the waves on the incandescent soil.

I felt light at heart, illuminated in mind,
As the waves continued to crash on the shores behind.