Meant To Be

• Timothy Ciui, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

Walking on the sand i hear
the sea crash on the shore
the waters very close to me
they never cease to roar
And as i lie down on the sand
and look down at the sea
i see a herd of gliding fish
longing to swim with me
Then as i walk toward the sea
on my peaceful vacation
to answer to the welcoming,
magnetic invitation
And as i feel the water's flow
as i rush in the sea
i quietly say that me and beach
were always meant to be