Feet sliding over rounded pebbles; buttocks planted uncomfortably on the shingle bank, with legs outstretched towards the incoming tide.
Eyes follow the gentle rhythm of the sea;
Watching the water ripple, the waves in their infancy;
Watching the water rise, and rise again, and again;
Watching the waves erupt as they reach the shore.
Nature's rhythm started long before I awoke;
Nature's rhythm continues even now;
Nature's rhythm will continue long after I sleep.