The cold dark blue waves hitting the beach,

The seagulls are roaring, far out of our reach.

Splashing and thrashing and hitting the shore,

Splashing and thrashing and splashing some more.

Dark and so beautiful,

Large and unusual,

Swirling like thunder,

So full of wonder.

Fish of all colours, sizes and shapes,

Great red crabs scuttling, trying to escape,

Swirling and twirling without promises to stop,

A beautiful thing you can’t buy at a shop.

The sunset behind it,

Starting to fade.

Lets take one more look and call it a day.

There’s no other place that I’d rather be,

Than seeing the wonderful, beautiful,

Sight of the sea.