Four feet walk along the sand toward a golden time, waves lapping around the feet each step together strong and sound.
Two feet stumble and an arm takes hold, supporting and guiding on, two feet falter, can’t go on, so stops then rest then sleep does come.
Now along and lost two feet shuffle on, not sure the way to go. Empty alone and full of grief wave are the only sound
But warm sunlight and lapping waves, guide those feet again, onward bound, until those feet will rest and sleep alone, and then just waves and sand abound, the journey now complete, and love was there and faith and care, four feet on the beach