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Early in the morning,
On a lonely summer's day,
I walked along the beach
While the children were at play.

It was a calm, gray morning;
Warm, but not too hot,
And as I searched the Ocean's face,
I found something I thought I would not.

I stepped into the shallow Sea,
Curling my toes against the cold.
Feeling the water hug my legs,
My heart grew bright and bold.

The tide pulled in and out,
Bringing my soul along:
And as the sun shone on the waves,
I heard the endless song.

It started as a gentle rumble,
Rising up from the Ocean bed:
But before the music ended,
It was a roaring in my head.

She sang of sorrow, pain, and hate,
Of joy and heart-felt glee,
Of love that was betrayed and lost,
She bared her soul to me.

The centuries of her life
Swam swiftly through my mind.
I touched my cheeks to find them wet,
I found I had been blind.

I dried my eyes, washed my face,
And stepped slowly to the shore;
I took my children in my arms,
And began to weep once more.

They quickly asked me what was wrong,
I said, 'Nothing, Mommy's fine.'
I went back home and lived my life,
But remembering that day on the shoreline.

I'm an old woman now:
My children all are grown.
I feel heavy and much too cold,
And weary to the bone.

I have a cottage by the Sea,
And though my body's worn:
I walk her shores every day,
For this is where my soul was born.