Under the golden sun, the beach does lie,With whispers of tides and seagulls’ cry.Soft sands caress the wandering feet,In this serene, endless retreat.
Waves kiss the shore in a gentle embrace,Leaving trails of foam in their wake.The scent of salt fills the air,As the breeze dances through one’s hair.
Children’s laughter, a melody sweet,Building castles where the land and sea meet.Shells and pebbles, treasures abound,In this haven where joy is found.
As the sun dips low, painting skies red,The beach whispers tales, softly said.Night’s velvet curtain begins to fall,Embracing the shore with a tranquil call.