Friday Poem

I go down to the beach

  Upon the sand

I bare my feet
  To the young and ancient

My eyes roll out
  to all the beauty
  that surrounds me

My mind mingles
    with the ocean
    with the sky
    with the sand
    with the mountains
    with the sun
    with the seagulls
    with the people
    with the dogs
    with the sandpipers

My heart tries hard
  to sing a happy song

My mind grows weary
  knowing my heart is sad

My mind gets confused
  asking questions
  recieving [sic] answers

My heart is sad, still,
  I go down to the beach