THE SUN DIPS LOW

The sun dips low, a fiery kiss,
On waves that dance with amethyst.
The sand, once gold, turns soft and rose,
As twilight's gentle magic flows.

Seagulls cry, their calls descend,
A symphony that knows no end.
The salty breeze, a wispy sigh,
Whispers secrets to the sky.

The ocean vast, a canvas grand,
Streaked with hues of melon sand.
Violet whispers paint the shore,
Where lapping waves forevermore