It is beautiful when in time, in the evening
The white foam floating, the waves at peace
The ocean since pushing, pushing at the sand.
The way of its grainy gold, the silent sand
The way of forming, all evening
It is perfect of all ways, gives away the peace.
The feelings of strength, the empathy of peace
It is how one can see, befounded by a sand
The show of displaying, all in one, only, evening.
With time now running, evening no more, the sand has darkened, peace was before.