Upon the golden sands I tread,
Where whispers of the ocean spread,
The waves they sing a lullaby,
Beneath the vast and open sky.

The sun descends, a fiery glow,
Its rays upon the water flow,
A dance of light, a gentle breeze,
That sways the palms and stirs the seas.

The seagulls cry, their voices free,
A symphony of nature’s glee,
The footprints fade, but not the mark,
Of memories made till skies grow dark.

As stars emerge and night takes hold,
The beach reveals its stories old,
A place where dreams and waters blend,
Where peace and nature’s wonders end.