the wavy hard sand

was massaging my feet

when a startled crab

in the shallow sea

danced away from me

it doubted a while

should I dig in here

or tango some further

It tangoed quite a bit on

A score of small fishes

waltzed fast to the deep of the sea

Was is the crab

or were they also afraid of me?

But the most wonderful dance

was still performed by the waves

white pearls of sweat

ornamented their foreheads

they made the music

they sculpted the sand

The sand that was wavy

and still was massaging my feet.