My footprints
Trail behind me
The first human
To walk this land
But I know
In a few short hours
They will be gone
Erased from the sand
This land I now call mine
Is the newest in the world
I watch it being born
As each wave
Travels a little less far across the sand
But this is one of the oldest acts
Our ancient world does know
The moon bent waters
Have ticked its strange time
Since our satellite orb
Graced earth with its glow
The tide built and destroyed
Before life was in the sea
Today I walk this land
This magic flat
It created
Just for me
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