Cerulean waves dance along
Gold coloured sand,
Beneath a curtain of
Azure sky laced with pink.
Looking out across this view,
Stands a girl
With red strands of hair
Whipping in her face,
Matching the movements
Of the tall marram grass.
Fifty metres south
Sit a group of friends
In their own happy world
Hidden out of her sight.
They laugh, content,
As the fading sun
Reflects off their glass bottles
Creating a myriad of colours.
Countless strangers
Along the shore
Stand with baited breath,
As the final golden rays
Of the sinking sun
Disappear into the sapphire waves.