The rays of the setting sun on the horizon,
The waves rushing to meet the sandy beach,
The breeze chasing at the lone kite,
Soaring high in the evening sky.
I stare at it all occurring right there,
My feet buried deep in the sand
The cool warmth making me philosophical,
As I search for the meaning of life in them.
Is there a message hidden there I wonder,
The setting sun asking me to slow down,
The flying kite asking me to soar high,
The waves nudging me to grab the chance.
Its ironical and yet true at the same time,
My daughter’s call breaks my harmony,
I have to rush down back to earth,
On a evening so soulful and beautiful
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