Seaside

It is all right,
If you can not come to the seaside.
The sun may be scorching,
And the waters could reflect the blinding rays,
Or a storm might brew in the skies.

I will walk naked in the breeze,
Find a sea shell waves left as a present.
Catch an evening orange ray mid flight,
And the ambient roar of tranquil sea,
Perfume with salty smell of winds,
Scribble in ancient tongues of the sea,
Stories frothing waves did tell.

Hence, will bring the sea to you.