While sitting longside the ocean one day
A waft of the oceanīs tides were sent my way.
In a whispering spray and a rhythmic beat
The oceanīs words drifted gently and sweet;
"satisfaction is felt by the sands on the shore
Though at times the sand is tossed to-and-fro.
Should it be contemplate on this and thus it will be;
Mist your heart with esquisite love,
Encounter a moment of matchless joy,
Fly pacefully like a serene doce,
Wear patience like a brilliant glory,
Apply kindness with warm projecting rays,
Tote fairness whereever the path goes,
Bestow reliability during a brusque day,
Donate gentleness in an amiable tempo."
The tide rescinded into the oceanīs arms
With its soft words precisely resonating;
A composure enhanced with a fragrant song.
The tide left behind cintentment in waiting.