I walked down where the waves have walked
When the tide was very low.
I walked across the rippled sand
And saw what was below.
The ocean's footprints left behind
Were scattered down the beach.
The battered limbs of broken crabs,
The orbs of jelly fish.
I never thought the ocean vain
She never hid her face;
But the waves will come and wash away
All trace of what I saw today.
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