• The sun washes the evening tide,
    the waves cascade over the sandy shores,
    shrieks of laughter come aboard,
    like the sweet tinkling of music,
    smiling out,
    its like a never ending circle,
    of happiness,
    glimpse of the shadows,
    threaten the light,
    till the laughter is no more,
    and the quiet tides,
    takes over there turf,
    of the moonlit hazen.