A Day By The Sea I have fond memories of days spent at the beach. Sitting on the damp sand, the feel of it like molten silk A pail, a spade and my little fingers, Building a sand castle so fine. Collecting tiny shells and shiny pieces of wrappers, I decorate it and look at it with pride My creation, haphazard at best. But the feeling is something I cannot describe. A feeling of achivement. But soon this joy turns to sadness. The tears roll down my cheeks, As I watch the tides turn and the waters rushing in, washing away my castle. And taking it out to sea. Fast forward to adulthood. I have grown but my fascination for the sea hasn't dimmed. It has only intensified with the passing years. When I feel low and life surrounds me like a shroud, I turn to the sea. For it knows all my secrets, it feels my fears and pain. The rushing waves come to greet me like a long lost friend. The shifting sand beneath my feet hold me enthralled, too scared to move, but comforted too. The undulating waves whisper in my ears, the sound as soothing as a mother's voice. The calmeness encircles me like the arms of a child around my neck. The waves tell me not to give up. They remind of the tides of life.They say it's going to be fine. And my spirits lift, the pain dissolves like the foam clinging to the waves. I have found the answers. I have made my peace And once again, all is well in my world.