Sand

The beach stretches, grains shifting,

a thousand stories underfoot,

each shell a whisper, half-forgotten,

as tides pull away what’s resolute.

Found coral rests like an old secret,

a fragile tale of time gone by,

with every step, my heart beats quick,

and I think of what it means to try.

Beauty lies in the fragments, I see,

scattered hopes in the ebb and flow,

the soft hush of the sea comforts me,

a reminder that all things can grow.