Hark to the beachcombers’ call,
Waves whispering secrets to all.
Footprints traced in glistening sand,
Treasures gathered by gentle hands.

Shells of colors, stories unsung,
From ocean depths their songs are flung.
Mornings glimmer with sea’s embrace,
Joy shines bright on every face.

Driftwood whispers of storms passed,
Memories...