Orewa Beach

The sea gulls rushed to smell the air;
Shells lay cluttered beneath wet rocks.
Stampede of tiny feet on the ocean floor;
Misty horizon, tousled waves, murky waters.
Alone the wanderer perceived;
Much had been sought, nothing gained.
A group of fishing baits upon the rock;
Flippant glances as the sea gulls chant.
Waves rush and recede;
Beauty fills the twilight air.
Mocking the air of democracy;
Nimble heartbeats flip o flop.
Gather around the beaches;
Tormented by life’s hassles.
Let their beauty lap you;
Give you peace, calm.
And a feeling of sustenance;
As you watch the waters roll.
Cannot tell what lies beneath;
It simply does its job.
The shells hiss at you;
And the waves kiss you.
Telling you to relax;
And to simply watch-
The beauty and the flow.