The soft sand, stuff of creation, clings
Between my toes,
Minute particles old as time, ever change
as the ocean flows,
Each grain contains a universe a story
within it's consistence.
From rock to cliff it grinds to dust i
n eternities persistence,
Countless tiny jewels returned the
stretching beach to grace.
For miles I tread the shifting sand
to find a golden place,
The gently lapping waves do whisper
in pervading sea scent air,
"Look" all that is does breathe with life
It's majesty to share,
My eye does see strewn in profusion
all along the shore,
fragments of mother of pearl, and shells
from the ocean floor,
Crystal salt mingles with coral glistening
in dawns rose splendour,
My heart is full of natures love as a prayer
of thanks I render,
Dawn recedes with beauty and allows
Sun's wondrous face,
With gratitude I greet the day,
I found the golden place.

By Pamela V Hall