The ocean is roaring, the waves crash and rise,
The seagulls are calling, they dive through the skies.
From cliffs high and silent, I peer down below,
Where a dog runs on sand, with the tide in its flow.
She leaps through the foam, as the waters retreat,
Her paws in the spray, where the sea and earth meet.
The wind pulled her forward, her joy in the chase,
She danced in the moment, her movements pure grace.
The waves chant their song and the gulls cry aloud,
While I stand on the cliffs, like a ghost in the crowd.
She chases the shoreline, where sky touches sea,
As I hold to the memory of what used to be.