Froth surfaced waters over the ages flow,
Through days of glory and disaster though.
All you at the shore to the waters throw,
Will flow back to you or sometimes NO!
Tranquility rules on the horizon’s end,
Still at the shore lie the curves and the bend.
Nature bounds the soul with the magical trend,
Hours and hours of beauty transcend.
Step up into the side and it will fill,
The bodies chill and your spirit with thrill.
A place for the lovers, onlookers and still,
You can fill down your heart at the beach’s will.
Janish Mathew
29th, September 2009
