Upon the golden shores where whispers play,
The ocean sings its endless, gentle tune,
With every wave, a story of the day,
Beneath the sun, beneath the watchful moon.

The salty breeze that dances through the air,
Carries the laughter of the distant tide,
As seagulls paint the sky with feathers fair,
And dreams are cast where endless waves collide.

The footprints left upon the sandy floor,
Tell tales of wanderers who came to find,
A solace in the sea’s eternal roar,
A peace within the chaos of the mind.

As evening falls and paints the sky with fire,
The ocean’s song becomes a lullaby,
And hearts are filled with longing and desire,
To stay forever where the sea birds fly.