Whispers of the Ever-Changing Shore

Why do the golden sands whisper their secrets?  

For they murmur to the waves.

Where the ocean's embrace cradles untold stories,  

As each sunset unveils a canvas of soft purples,  

Veiled in the glow of tender fireflies.

Why do the sun-kissed shores invite dreams to wander?  

For summer does more than shine; it surrenders.  

Embracing the sands with a tender warmth,  

Where the heat lingers like a slow exhale,  

Enticing every grain to absorb its gentle embrace.

Why does the rain perform a rhythmic ballet?  

For the beach, it does not simply fall;  

It pirouettes and leaps in playful arcs, 

Leaving behind a fleeting mosaic of tiny jewels,  

Glistening like scattered fragments of stardust.

And why, as the sun withdraws, do the stars beckon the sea?  

For twilight does not simply dim the sky;  

It invites the night to unfold with quiet grace,  

Enveloping the horizon in a soft-spoken promise,  

That change remains the only constant by the shore.