Late afternoon, seaside
Trying to bottle time
Collecting these moments
Like shells and sunshine

Sun kisses shoulders,
Water, and sand
And nothing's arranged by
The hands of man

The surf presents shells
Some broken and crushed
Sometimes whole treasures are
Taken back in a rush

I try to hold onto the moments
As close as one can
Though I fumble as time slips
Like sand through my hands

Your eyes, child, are so filled
With wonder and awe,
You're my greatest adventures,
The best gifts of all

Time and tides change
And unfold in no rush
While pelicans fly
Across sunset's blush
Always fleeting