Hellooooo, a poem from when I was 11 years old..
The Lonely Shore
Tiny shells lie forlornly scattered,
On warm, wet sand.
Water lapping gently,
Against the shore,
Leaves fluffy white froth,
As it moves back down the beach.
Smooth wooden bodies,
With exciting tales,
Of rough journeys, on raging waters,
Now lie silent,
On a bed of sand.
Strings of rubbery beads,
Strung on leather seaweed straps,
Limp, baking in hot sun.
Gulls’ cries pierce the serenity,
Circling and reeling,
In blue paradise.
"He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened." Lao-tsu