The waves rise up and lap the vacant shore
an endless wash of foam that glistens.
The curling white caps with their quiet roar,
are soothing to a burdened soul that listens.

Just sit there in the quiet and the shh.
Feel now the rocking and the pulling
instill a sense of peace, the heartfelt wish;
the ocean's sway magnetic, full, and lulling.

The taste of salt hangs long upon the air;
draw deep each breath and briefly ease your cares
and let it soak through each and every pore.