I sit amidst transitions,
On the beach,
Ocean varied positions,
And now reaching to my toes,
On the beach,
Then away, watching it flows.

See me in the churning waves
On the beach,
Sitting on the Bivalve graves,
Feel me in the salty mist
On the beach
With waves like a pounding fist,
Felt and heard deafened both by,
On the beach,
Near walkers that really fly,

I sit amidst transitions,
On the beach,
Ocean varied positions,
And now it’s so far away,
On the beach,
Away it flows I did stay.