Wind blows over the sea,
a cool salty breeze, an environmental key,
through rocks it swirls,
crafting through years, shapes and curls.
Moving toward shore, the guided tide,
starfish floating upon time, on waves they ride,
earth is in motion, dolphins leap,
sea creatures disturbed in the deep.
Golden sand dunes are made,
building sandcastles, they will fade,
sea shells are found,
listen to their magical sound.
Clouds turning grey,
seagulls flapping wings, sway,
fisherman returns home to shore,
darkening skies, waves start to roar.
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