The sand dunes in the sunset hues
Are discolored and interspersed
By wild oat grasses and bushes
Who’ve come to quench a salty thirst

And sun tan in the ocean breeze,
Called by the same force as I
To gaze off a green forever
Where the Sargasso meets the sky.

And in the sliver of horizon,
Which proves to man the earth is round,
Is seen the truth man won’t accept:
It’s only now that life is found.

So what am I doing right now
To make use of my only one?
I’m standing on these sand dunes
Creating unique sand art with my son.

The flows are marking silica
Where I teach him to write his name.
He’s too young to know better,
And I am dispossessed of shame.

The sea gulls stare at our shadows
Stretching out like tentacles behind.
The crabs welcome the distraction,
And Mother Nature does not mind.

And when he’s old and full of years
And his beard’s gray, and I am gone,
He’ll think of making sand art here
And will fill young and not alone.