The soft, vanilla sand is warm from the rays of the sun,
I lay my feet on the sand, so smooth and cozy, like a silk blanket,
The foamy, turquiose waters of the sea crash against the shore,
Spraying a delicate ocean mist,

Seaqulls cry such sad ballads,
Dedicated to the souls of legendary sailors and captains,
who lost their lives in such a watery grave,
As the buoyies roll on a mass of never-ending blue,

So lonely a beach could be, after everyone has left,
Yet so peaceful, and soothing, like a living lullaby,
The waves, the gulls, and the salty breeze,
Might, just might, put you to sleep,

How lovely, and gorgeous, a beach could be as well,
The hues and shapes of exotic flowers, and gigantic, fruit bearing trees,
The sunset is so magical, a vivid, mixing blur of color
Giving the beach its prominent touch,
A beach, with its simplicity, but also its great beauty...