Sun baking slightly on my skin.
As I walk alone upon a naked morning beach
I looked and saw not one human print,
Only those that were left by me.

Then I notice there was writing in the sand.
A language I did not understand.
I tried hard to figure what language this could be.
A lone Seagull landed five feet in front me.

I realized then,
That it was nature's way of revealing its thoughts
Which were left by winged fowls
Upon a desolate beach.

A simple undisturbed creature’s print
Has such impact on my lonesome heart
Which doesn’t perceive that nature is always
Walking quietly next to me.