Sun is about to bid goodbye,
Waving slowly as it settles down.
Whispers in the wind are flying by,
As I stand at the end of town.
Now while there are many walking around,
Leaving a trail quite and free,
I hear a sound, so peaceful and profound,
Sound of Waves at the edge of the sea.
Nothing more poetic when nature rhymes,
Sound of waves, of birds, of air.
I feel acquitted of all my crimes,
Sound of Waves has something to share.
Beaches have always been one of my favourite places. Now you know why.