Growing up, silence felt uncomfortable

Filling the emptiness with small talk

Was more appropriate than remaining still

Being still in your thoughts and making a choice

Choosing to push them down or let them roam

My fingers grasp the sand in clumps

Grains descending from the gaps of my hand

The cool air brings me into a calm state

I look towards the sun as it slowly sets

This bare setting evokes a peaceful feeling

Sparrows peck at the sand below their feet

Many rush off as the waves come back in

With my legs crossed and my breath steady

I let my surroundings envelope me

So that my thoughts can unwind