White horses race, towards golden sand
Rushing to touch, as a strangers hands
Outstretched longings, excitement builds
Active ocean, full-fill-promise-thrills

Blue skies overhead, sends spray in breeze
Chasing nature, with great pleasure tease
Brings wishes as gifts, for future hopes
Freedom lovers of a world, given votes

Follow a cycle, of seasons through time
Raw beauty in isolation, sends its sign
Without man's intervention, nature alone
Will continue the sequence, only on loan

If abused by pollution, the man-made kind
Harsh in its dealings, crossing the lines
Killing what nature, gave as its right
Watch a returning tide, a wonderful sight.