Patterns in the sand,
and the sound of the sea,
and with the bluest of skies,
and the seaweed floating free,
the smell it takes me aback upon the shore,
and I am me,
for so still and calm am I,
and in quiet soliloquy, I am as happy as can be,
and so, I stand alone,
and I hold back time,
in such magnificent and tranquil scenery,
and I slowly cast my gaze upon the sea,
for where the boats are on the horizon,
and the seagulls are flying amongst the clouds,
as the sun shines upon the waves,
the light sparkles, and it glistens,
and it beckons me,
oh, how wonderful a place this is,
a place that I will never tire of in all eternity.
