Seagulls fly high above,

The sun reflects off,

While people come from far away

To walk on her beach

Her touch is icy cold

Through her flying, fast-moving, foamy spray

While thunderous waves reach the shore,

Then gently, quietly tumble away.

Her blue horizon touches the sky,

With no end in sight

A salty fragrance fills the air

And lingers in the breeze.

Words are not able to describe

The magnificence of her surface

Or recreate that special feeling,

Of the warm, happy, peaceful place.

The ocean is an amazing gift

Earth’s best masterpiece

She is a miracle to behold

Like a work of art made of gold