Seagulls they cry above us all,
and they sweep beautifully,
in their elegance across the skies,
and the clouds above they are sublime,
as the sun shines down,
and we stand on the beach,
and we look at the sea,
and we paddle in the waves,
and as the sensation of the water wash over us,
and what a relief it is on a hot summer’s day,
and so gloriously cool,
and beautiful,
and the sand around our feet is glorious in colour,
and how happy we are in the delights,
as the waves crash gently upon the shore,
and we look out to sea,
and see the boats bobbing up and down,
headed for distant shores,
headed away for pleasure,
headed to deliver goods to places far away,
working hard at full speed,
as we relax,
and we are in no hurry at all,
and we laugh and we splash and joke,
and take our time,
in the relaxation we find,
by the seaside, in the waves,
the waves so glorious and cool.