Upon the endless canvas of the sea,
Where whispers of the waves are free,
The golden sands in silence lay,
Embracing dawn’s gentle array.

The seagulls dance in morning light,
Their wings a testament to flight,
While ocean’s breath, both deep and pure,
Speaks tales of life forevermore.

The horizon blurs in twilight’s hue,
As day concedes to night’s debut,
Beneath the stars, the beach remains,
A witness to the moon’s soft reign.

And in this quiet, sacred place,
We find a world of boundless grace,
Where time itself seems to suspend,
In nature’s arms, our hearts mend.