THE SUN SURRENDERS

The sun surrenders, burning red,
Kissing waves on an amethyst bed.
Warm sand cools, blushed with sunset's fire,
As twilight weaves its soft desire.

Seagulls' song, a fading thread,
A lullaby the ocean's bred.
The salty breeze, a gentle sigh,
Whispers secrets to the sky.

The vast expanse, a canvas vast,
Blushed with peach where shadows cast.
Violet whispers kiss the shore,
Where waves forevermore explore.