The feeling of sand between your toes

The sand between my toes, so fine,

A whispering touch, a soft design,

It kisses my skin with every stride,

As waves crash gently, side by side.

Each grain, a story, old and new,

A fleeting moment in the blue,

It slips and sifts beneath my feet,

A quiet rhythm, warm and sweet.

The salty breeze, the endless sky,

The sun above, the seagulls cry,

But it’s the sand that calls to me,

A simple truth, so wild, so free.

It binds me to the earth below,

A grounding force, a steady flow,

It molds to every step I take,

A lover’s touch, a soft embrace.

The world may rush, may race, may spin,

But here, with sand, I find within

A peace that lingers, slow and true,

The feeling of the earth anew.

And though the tides may pull away,

The sand remains, in gentle sway,

A constant friend, a silent muse,

Between my toes, I cannot lose.