The sound of the sea followed me
as my tiny feet carried me across the scorching sand.
My mother trailed close behind, with her watchful gaze
as I scouted for shimmering shells.
Losing balance, I plopped down on the ground
as the clear water came rushing under me.
The sound of the sea follows me as I walk
down the street among a crowd of unfamiliar faces.
I hear it in the hustle and bustle of the cars and
in the abundant footsteps hitting the concrete.
Though I am distant, His tranquil creation remains
with me. The pacifying, reviving sound of the sea.