A Day on the Beach

The sun sets into the ocean, Its majesty outstanding. Water dances with distinct motion as it washes the castles not lasting. The sculptor looks on with devotion, now that the air is blasting. The wind blows in its usual revolution, its own creations reshaping. Clouds becoming an artful creation; The hues and shapes constantly changing. Until the sun stops its bountiful relation, and darkness hides the riches of living. Where then the Moon enduring its annexation, Dimly lights the Earth now sleeping.