i walked the beach this morning with the rising sun
searched the bits of life left behind in the trails along the sand

wood, shell, coral, leaves, seeds
plastic, wax, nylon, rubber, metal

the ebb and flow of the tide
always changing, re-arranging

like us
every second, every minute
every hour, every day

we’ve all left those little bits over the years
some rough and jagged
some shining with wonder and light

tread softly,
with kindness and love
you never know where you’ll see those little bits left behind…