golden is the sand along this stretch of beach
burnt orange the setting sun far from my reach
peace prevails perched on this rocky ledge
absorbing the landscape down to the waters edge
a small crab scurries on his merry way
no worries about what the gull has to say
the incoming waves deposits shell of many kind
leaving gifts of souvenirs to find
the salty breeze begins to pick up a bite
swimming with dolphins leaving this place so right
those who remain around the balm fires as the stars come out
are wrapped in serenity until its time to shout
the wanting moon providing little light
reminding us of the time of flight
its hard to depart from tranquility
to leave the beach clean is our responsibilty