Lost in deep thought gazing on the waves
\nThe pelicans fly gracefully into the morning sun
\nIt has been too long since my toes touched the sand
\nThe shine from the sun reveals the shape of the shells
\nI wish I could fly like the pelicans searching for fish
\nLife must be so sweet for the pelicans<\/p>\n
The incoming tide is feeding time for the pelicans
\nFlying just above the waves
\nMy toes knows how to find sea shells
\nThey embrace the warmth of the sand
\nHeated by the morning sun
\nThe pelican and I want our bellies full of fish<\/p>\n
The pelican\u2019s big beak quickly fills with fish
\nSo much grace and beauty in the pelicans
\nSwiftly navigating the waves
\nThe waves wash and uncover my treasure of sea shells
\nThe incoming tide is rushing in to cover the shells in the sand
\nI embrace this moment in the sun<\/p>\n
The pelicans race to meet the morning sun
\nPatiently search for more incoming fish
\nThe schools of fish dart through the rolling waves to stay out of the bellies of the pelicans
\nMore clouds of fish are swarming through the waves
\nMy bag quickly fills with sandy sea shells
\nMy toes dance in the sand<\/p>\n
Sinking into the warmth of the sand
\nMy face greets the morning sun
\nMy ears absorb the rolling sounds of the waves
\nThe horizon slowly fills with more hungry pelicans
\nThey are flying for fish while I wish for fish
\nSearching for shells<\/p>\n
My shelves shall be home for my new found shells
\nCome out from the sand
\nShow yourselves in the sun
\nToday you will be my catch instead of fish
\nTheir future is in the bellies of the pelicans
\nMy future is to dive into the waves<\/p>\n
Invigoration from the waves and shelves full of sea shells
\nThe orange sun kisses the sand
\nI now feel like a fish still but too large for the pelicans<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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