Strolling On The Beach

Strolling on the beach I watch the tides receding To a distance of a kilometer Or more and with it revealing The shells and cowries I like so much to collect As I walk into the dry land Jumping slow on a stony track Far away, a sheet of Blue water spreads out Miles and miles without a Ripple, sans a menacing shout I walk near to the edge To feel its ego and touch Its serenity before a tide rises And I won't have time much To move out from its Domain that it does claim It rushes to the beach as a Monster that is difficult to tame