Upon the sandy shores I tread,
Where waves crash and sunlight spreads,
A tapestry of beauty unfolds,
Where stories of nature are quietly told.
The azure sea, a sparkling dance,
Inviting me to take a chance,
To dive into its salty embrace,
And let my worries find their place.
Footprints etched in golden sand,
A testament to life's gentle hand,
Seashells whisper secrets near,
As seagulls sing a symphony clear.
Children's laughter fills the air,
As they build castles without a care,
The salty breeze upon my face,
Invigorates my soul with grace.
Sunset paints the sky in hues,
Of orange, pink, and purple hues,
A masterpiece, a divine display,
As the day bids farewell, fades away.
The beach, a sanctuary, a retreat,
Where nature's wonders softly greet,
In its embrace, I find my peace,
A timeless solace that will never cease.
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