Nothing beats being by the ocean
Warm or cold, high tide or low
Liquid, salty, blue, and constant motion
Pretty shells you want to stow
Nothing beats being by the ocean
The sounds it radiates are so soothing
It’s a silence that’s ok to be broken
And the colors it produces are rather moving
Nothing beats being by the ocean
Going beneath the glimmering surface
Where two worlds undergo fusion
Hoping to not cause a disturbance
Nothing beats being by the ocean
Relaxing movement of just floating
Hoping the moment doesn’t experience corrosion
Come on, it’s hard not gloating
Nothing beats being by the ocean