As I stand here on the beach,
a flock of seagulls just out of reach,
the scene appears to be in black and white,
because of the extreme brightness of the light.
I love to walk along this way,
around the edges of the bay.
I feel the breeze, I feel at ease.
I smell the seaweed and the salty air.
My restless mind is calmed and left without a care.
What’s here is more than words can explain.
Something priceless on which no-one has a claim.
Yet something in which everyone can share.
We’re all its guardians. We all should care.
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