A sea that flows, a tide that ebbs, an ocean now in view,
Then hiding but reflecting still a sky of deepest blue.
A land of mystery and charm, a beach that, white as snow,
Still holds the heat, the sun, the light and beckons us – although
We know the sand will burn us and the sun will be too strong
For us to venture onto it, till shadows all grow long.
Yet even then the heat remains. The lapping waves, still warm,
Will kiss us as we venture forth to enjoy the blessed calm
Of evenings in the tropics, as the sun sinks slowly, far
Behind a distant island. Can you see the evening star?
Then the moon’s edge makes appearance above the distant seas.
All these wonders, all these beauties seem anxious just to please.
So we stay a while and linger on the evening’s lovely beach
And wonder how we ever found such things within our reach.
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