Set to Music

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By the looks of the sand dunes on the Pacific shore

The wind has been playing since the sun opened the door.

Now the breeze is strong enough to create a mist on the waves

If I were to hum a song, the water moves in all of the octaves.

There is a steady row of ripples bringing them to the sand

No stop, no pause, just rolling constantly like a jazz band.

At night, from my bedroom, I hear the waves as they pounce

Sounds have stopped for the day, yet the ocean continues to bounce.

Keeping time with a waltz, rumba, Lindy and any other tune

The movement is ceaseless, tireless, through the night with the moon.

If drums were playing the crashing of the waves would overcome

The percussion impact would be very minimal in comparison.

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