Shifting sands as the wave recedes, a sharp onslaught when it's at its prime,
If you instead prefer solid ground, sitting near a shore is a serious crime.
At sunrise, the tide is still low and mild, as night falls, it's infuriatingly wild,
If you chicken out at the first brush with sea, how will you soak in the sunset, my child?
You took an arduous journey to get here, and now you're approaching the beach,
The mistrust of the sea and its warmth, keeps fun moments from out of your reach.
You need to seize the day, just wade ahead, dip your feet, let the water be cold.
With friends by your side, play beach volleyball, be adventurous, and bold.
Some kids make gharondas on the beach, makes you smile at their innocent feat,
Oblivious to the fact that they'll be washed by the tide, or trampled by some feet.
Still, they persist, carve elaborate dreams, in hopes you and I will be game,
And be grateful it lasted, for however small a time, they are not after money or fame.
The beach is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who are dead inside,
You'll be swamped off your feet, in more ways than one, so learn to take it in its stride.
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