the golden beach

A beautiful golden blanket breathes in many places
With white clouds and blue skies by there side
Bare feet walking becoming warm they decide this isn't no race
Soothing water stays the beaches friend even with the tide

Young birds hover over this peaceful gentle land
Maybe starfish make stars on the edge of the water
Maybe faces delight in the sparkling summer sun
And hands delight in creating perfect magical sand castles

In the winter they may be desserted and alone
And maybe they feel abandoned like a ugly stone
But the doves still fly and this beach still shines
With or without the sun beaches stay pretty like a sparkling rose wine