Footsteps in the sand, a whispering trace,
Softly etched by the tide's gentle embrace.
Each step a story, a moment confined,
In the vastness of time, where memories unwind.

Muted evidence of an unrecorded quest,
Where the heart finds solace, where the soul finds rest.
The grains hold secrets, the sun's golden glow,
A tapestry woven of where we dare go.

Waves lap at the edges, erasing the past,
Yet the echoes of laughter in the breeze hold fast.
With each fleeting imprint, a life intertwined,
In the dance of the ocean, our spirits aligned.

So walk on the shoreline, let the journey unfold,
In the silence of footsteps, let your story be told.
For though they may vanish, like dreams in the night,
The essence of wandering remains in the light.