Shaped By Winds and Tides

Another little piece for my folder.

Upon the coastal rocks I stand,
watching boiling water stir sand.
I was shaped by wind and tides,
I breathe the salty air the sea rides.

Beneath my feet rolls the Atlantic,
as I survey my kingdom, oceanic.
Bare beach is exposes then hides.
I breathe the salty air the sea rides.

Around my head laughing gulls wing,
adding chorus to the songs I sing.
We are filled with ocean water inside.
I breathe the salty air the sea rides.