A walk on the beach,
Where the world feels both endless and small,
The ocean whispers its stories,
And the horizon beckons us all.
The wind carries the scent of salt,
And the cool touch of the evening air,
As we stand at the water’s edge,
With not a single care.

The sand beneath our feet
Feels soft, but firm, and true,
Each step we take, side by side,
Draws us closer to something new.
The sky above us, vast and wide,
Turns from blue to softest gold,
As the sun sinks lower,
Its beauty never growing old.

With each wave that rolls ashore,
A secret is spoken, unknown,
The tide’s rhythm, constant and sure,
A song we’ve always known.
The ocean’s pulse beats in time
With the rhythm of our hearts,
A gentle reminder that in this moment,
We are part of something that never departs.

Our bare feet leave prints in the sand,
Footsteps that the ocean will soon erase,
Yet for now, they remain with us,
A testament to this shared space.
We walk, not rushing, but in tune,
With the pulse of the earth and sky,
Where the horizon stretches forever,
And we let our worries slip by.

The sea calls to us softly,
Its voice a distant song,
A melody both old and new,
It sings where we belong.
We don’t need to speak,
For the silence between us is enough,
In the shared quiet of the moment,
We find a peace that’s strong, yet rough.

Your hand brushes mine,
A fleeting touch, but it stays,
A spark that lingers between us,
In so many little ways.
Your laughter fills the air,
A sound so soft and free,
It dances in the breeze,
Like the leaves upon a tree.

We talk, but not too much,
For the ocean speaks more than we can say,
Its stories are endless,
In the same way, we drift away.
Your voice, a comforting hum,
As it rises and falls with the wind,
The words are not always needed,
For in the quiet, we’ve both been pinned.

The waves crash against the rocks,
And a seagull...