A blue sky dance, birds speaking softly, where have I heard this before?
The sea tickles our toes, laugh bubbles and echoes, like songs we've sung in dreams.
Footprints in the sand, fading, yet I trace them again, perhaps another shore?
Shells hum stories, old songs from the depths. Can you hear them too?
Time holds its breath, nature's clock a gentle sigh, a moment I've always known.
Here, where waves embrace, a realm unforgotten, sticky like summer sunlight.
The horizon winkles, a sleepy lullaby, echoing more, always more.