The tides rolled gently onto the shoreline.
I sat and watched it for a little while.
The waves slowly massaged the grains of sand.
Tugging them gently into the ocean.
I wondered if the beach ever missed them.
Did the beach feel its sand being stolen?
Did it resent not receiving payment?
Does it mourn the loss of what was once its?
As the waves pull back, I see the soaked sand.
Perhaps that is the payment for the grains.
Drops of water left behind in the shore.
Absorbed into the sand, cooling the heat.
For every loss there is some sort of gain.
This is the natural balance of things.
Keep your heart open, love reveals itself.
With every grain of sand and drop of water.
