In whispers soft, the ocean sighs,
With rhythmic pulse beneath vast skies,
Each wave a balm, a gentle sweep,
Caressing shores where secrets keep.
The sun dips low, a golden hue,
Painting the waters, a tranquil view,
As tides retreat, they pull away
The burdens borne from yesterday.
Each crest that rises, strong and free,
Carries hope like a melody,
A soothing song, a lullaby,
In salty air, our worries fly.
With every crash upon the sand,
The heart learns strength, a tender hand,
For in the ebb, we find our peace,
A chance to breathe, to heal, release.
So let the waves wash over you,
With every tide, let troubles strew,
In nature’s arms, find sweet embrace,
Where healing flows, and time finds grace.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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