Run in a beach
I hear the crackling of sand, whistling among the rocks,
My feet leave little footprints in the sand.
Even though the birds fly high above my head,
I can still hear their morning calls to each other.
The sun barely rises above the horizon
I slowed my walk, elated by the beauty of the sight.
My ears are filled with the sound of the wild movement of the sea,
splashing waves on the rocks,
A new radiance with happy aspirations,