Following the Sun

The ocean’s yawn is never-ending,

jaws gaped,

shore defending.

It longs to nap the whole day through

but morning rays scold the youth,

escort it swiftly to its dune,

for it must learn it’s not polite to snore,

and slothfulness will not be ignored.

The weary tide grabs hold of mother’s hand

resigned to rest a while on cool, grey sands.

Β© 2023 |Β K.Hartless

17 comments

  1. This is just so special and preciously delightful. Love the imagery and personification of the sea and the youthful nature of a young child! πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ₯°
    Reminds me of my two year old godson and one year old goddaughter!

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