As the waves touch and go,
The rumble sand moves ashore,
Twirling in a sing-song tow,
Their own melody plays galore.
When the sand swifts around the shore,
While the sea plays in a swirling rift,
It’s their tune that makes more,
More of the rhythm reeled drift.
Every other scenery signifies this,
It’s meant to happen across the starry night,
Suddenly seen in a mystical amiss,
These two stand in proud might.
Tied in a forever bound knot,
The Gods’ knew exactly the crease,
And fixed the bits found amongst the lot,
The sand and sea make the puzzle piece.