Beneath the azure dome, where whispers gently play,
The golden sands embrace the sea, in a tranquil ballet.
Waves caress the shore, in rhythmic, soothing song,
A melody of nature, where every soul belongs.

The sun dips low, painting the heavens in hues,
As twilight’s brush softly mingles the reds and blues.
Shadows stretch and dance upon the cooling sands,
While the ocean’s lullaby cradles restless lands.

Gulls cry out, their calls a part of the grand design,
A symphony conducted by the passing of time.
Shells whisper secrets, carried from distant shores,
Stories of the deep, and ancient ocean lore.

The stars emerge, a glittering tapestry of night,
Guiding sailors’ paths with their celestial light.
In the quiet of the beach, dreams take their flight,
Under the watchful eye of the moon, serene and bright.