It's calm, the sun-kissed teal,
It blends with pristine white.
You're walking by the shore,
There are waves swashing up.
Waves, they can go up and down,
The moments you enjoy sundown.
Waves, they can go up and down,
The sand can turn dusty frown.
A cabãna is always there,
The sand be any, the waters be any.
You can always mellow out,
You can bask there's no doubt.
Drift, let it flow, and cherish.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:30 AM UTC