With the wind in my hair
The sun on my face
The sand in my toes
And the movement of grace.
With the children laughing
The waves as they crash
The sand in my toes
And the rocks as they lash.
With the comfort of clouds
The earth is in peace
The sand in my toes
And my breathing to cease.
With these final moments
The end is near
My story will be told
And I have left with no fear.
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