Happy childhoods are created on beaches,
As the water thrashes,
One majestic wave after wave on the shore,
And the waves crash and roar,
You find yourself getting pulled,
Into the magical foams that have cooled,
Your mind and body,
With your wind-blown hair and soaking wet clothes, you suddenly look shoddy,
Look around you, the ocean doesn't care,
How you look and what you wear,
Make merry and laugh,
Your worries would have melted by now, in half,
Beaches, a magical place,
That urges you to slow down and momentarily forget the rat race.
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