The water is a beautiful blue,
and the air leaves a taste of salt on my lips.
After the water rushes upon the sea shore
the sand is left silky smooth.
Some are playing with beach balls,
and others are making sand castles.
As the big waves make the little children fall,
some say it is just a big hastle.
When the sun makes the sky orange as it disappears,
the moon becomes a radiant white line on the water's horizon.
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