Alone, by himself, no others to see.
He has come so far, spread his wings
done all there was to do,
And now, alone he sits.

The seagulls have gone,
the sand pipers too.
Dusk begins to fall, darkness creeps in.
He sits, alone on his perch.

What memories cascade thorough his mind?
Is he longing for another to join him?
Or has he chosen his spot on purpose?
A spot where he can be alone.

Or is this a new beginning,
the end of a long flight to get here.
Perhaps the wind brought him,
he had lost control.

But this is not the end - this is his, all his.
In the magic of the twilight
where a whole new and different world awakens.
There, in his view from his lofty perch, life still there for him.

The sprawling expanse of the sand,
building to the inundating protection of the dunes.
Kissed by the ever constant, ever moving flow of the tide.
Swept by the gentle, cooling night breeze from the sea.

The sea to wash over you, to cleanse;
The breeze to refresh, to fill you with life;
The dunes to protect you, give you comfort.
It is all there, all there before you.

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