on a sun-beaten rock

in a salty green sea

a wandering shorebird

called out to the deep

its song travelled far

on the crest of the wind

and a voice echoed back

that was playful

but dim

the bird flicked its head

and called out again

and their songs danced together

like seafaring friends

as the melody rolled over water and ground

more voices joined in

with the gathering sounds

waves whistled softly

and sandy banks sighed

the sun spilled its gold

in a resonant sky

the harmonies sailed across faraway lands

always rippling back

to the place it began

to that one little shorebird

who sang to the sky

while the world answered back

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