The gentle breeze glides,
creating a melodic sound.  
Teasing me to take shorter strides.
 
I linger longer, watching the tides.
Hearing calls of seagulls all around.
The gentle breeze glides.
 
Effortlessly the gull over waves rides   
at the seashore where nature abounds.
Teasing me to take shorter strides.
 
 Watching as a clam under sand hides
 while children frolick all around,
 The gentle breeze glides.
 
 When I see a fellow who seemed sobersides,
 he sitting head down in my foreground,
 Teasing me to take shorter strides.

I send a prayer from where Christ resides
for this soul’s sadness to be unbound.
The gentle breeze glides,
teasing me to take shorter strides.