We sit on naked sand caked feet on the golden sea shore

With an expanse of silent turquoise ocean

And a cerulean sky with the mellow golden lamp above

Gulls fly and shreik at a distance and dophins play in the waters

With hands smeared with gritty grains of sand

That which is blown into eyes and hair by playful breeze

And build castles so life like cemented with wet sand

Small turrets carved with finesse vainly stand head held high

As we spin tales of princes and fair maidens living within

Adorned with multishaded conch shells studded as gems

They stand in the sands bonsai of vestiges of the past

And as we admire the beauty of our creation

Waves from the sea come and wash them away

Leaving serpentine tracks of in the wet sands…