Peacfull Shore

The shore, So inviting and salubrious.  
Greets you with sounds of a gentle surf.  
Pipers running and darting, chasseing a meal
Sand and sea mixing at your feet
A gentle breeze tickles your ears.
It plays so impishly twirling your hair about.  
The warmth of the sun, comforts like a mothers love
The retreating tide tugs at heart and malady alike.
You look to the sky as the sun begins to set.
A sight you will not soon forget    
The moon full and bright. Another splendid night.
 Strolling along a Peaceful Shore.