Beneath the golden sun, the beach does lie,
Where whispers of the waves kiss the sky.
Soft sands cradle dreams of time gone by,
As seagulls dance and breezes sigh.

The horizon blends in hues so bright,
Painting the day with colors of light.
Footsteps fade in the evening’s flight,
Leaving tales of love in the night.

Shells and stones, treasures of the shore,
Each one tells a story, a forgotten lore.
Children’s laughter, an echo of yore,
As waves rush in with a gentle roar.

Under the moon’s gentle embrace,
The beach becomes a serene place.
Stars reflect on the water’s face,
A timeless dance, a tranquil grace.