Beneath the sky’s endless dome, where the blue meets the gold,
The beach whispers secrets, ancient and bold.
Waves dance gracefully, a timeless ballet,
The ocean’s embrace, both night and day.

Footprints tell stories, some new, some old,
Each grain of sand, a memory to hold.
The seagulls cry, a melody so free,
Lost in the rhythm of the boundless sea.

Shells scattered like jewels, glistening bright,
Gifts from the tide, in morning light.
The breeze carries whispers, soft and clear,
Echoes of sailors who once were near.

As dusk settles in, painting skies red and gold,
The beach transforms, its beauty unfolds.
A place of peace, where hearts find rest,
In nature’s arms, we are truly blessed.