I love to stroll along the beach,

At the rising of the tide;

To watch the rolling waves come in,

Burst and then subside.

Those lovely off-white shells

Are treasures left for me;

Shining there in the shifting sand,

As the tide goes back to sea.

Radios blast the eardrums,

Beach balls fly through the air;

Umbrellas offer shade,

Sand-castles tumble here and there.

But human devices can’t distract,

Nor mar the serenity,

For those who came to stand in awe

At this enchanting mystery.