The cerulean ocean sends its tides,
with waves that catch our curious eyes;
In captivation we seem mesmerized,
by the way the ocean touches the skies.

Among blankets laying on the sand,
are buckets and shovels to lend a hand;
In building a castle or digging for clams,
as the sunshine swells with each demand.

Subtle and muted are the water's rhymes,
and blossoms forth from seaside mimes;
Those haunting sounds now fill the air,
from mystics foretelling in poet's lair.

While daylight turns into soft twilight,
the blankets are gathered and set on flight;
With children asleep in their mother's arms,
and young lovers await the charm of stars.