Set to Music
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.
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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