Warm sand with each time I stepped
Breeze blowing, hair left windswept
Ball of light looks down on us glistening
Ocean waves curling, so there I sit; listening
Bird calls out, broad wings open wide
It’s ode to the sea, sings to the Oceanside,
A group of shells lay, and they peacefully drift,
As do the days, the tides fall and then lift,
Amongst all the stillness, I sit in the sands
Water dripping off on both of my hands,
The sun starts setting, sinks down the last ray,
To come back tomorrow for another beach day.