When the sun goes down the bright sea,
The sky turns dark blue, orange, and yellow.
She skips on the boardwalk filled with glee.
Her mood is not sad, neither is it mellow.
She loves to hear the crashing waves under
It makes her feel very relaxed and safe.
She turns around, and she sees thunder
Being out there would then be very unsafe.
The cold raindrops fall onto her skin
But now she doesn't want to say goodbye.
The ocean is her love, it must be sin,
But she begins to turn with a held sigh.
She turns in her white dress with much fond love,
She runs to her house looking like a dove.