The Beachside Frolics

Where the sky assumes the green colour of sea

Huge waves of water hit the shore

There frolics a family of three

The children can hear the sea roar.

With not a soul in sight

They have to beach to themselves

Somehow it does not seem right

That the place has no visible elves.

The youngest child is tired

Father carries her on the back

The other children are still inspired

Yet bound to follow father’s track.

Yet it is family which enjoyed its leisure

And walked into the sea far

The children thought they had ocean’s measure

Yet the father knew that danger was no very far.

It is time to enjoy the atmosphere

Spread the mat far from water’s reach

Where the sand is clean and clear

Yet not far from the attractions of the beach.

It is time to cherish the moments

Which shall soon pass

Leaving behind the fragrance

Like the remnants of wine in an empty glass.

Small moments like these become reminiscences

When time moves

It is like staring into the oncoming darkness

One should cherish the small moments it proves.