Good Times - 3. Chapter 3

Sunlit Shores and Passing Glances

On the sandy shores where waves caress, The ocean's song in sweet finesse. Under the sun's warm, golden eye, I watch the world as boys walk by.

Barefoot on the glistening sand, With carefree hearts and sun-kissed tan. Their laughter mingles with the breeze, A symphony of youthful ease.

Eyes that sparkle like the sea, Reflecting summer’s gaiety. Muscles flex in the sun's embrace, as they stroll with unhurried pace.

Footprints trace their fleeting path, Eras in time, moments that last. Conversations blend with ocean's sigh, As I watch the boys walk by.

Tidal whispers, secrets kept, of dreams and hopes in deep waters. In this serene and timeless place, I find myself in nature's grace.

Sunsets blaze in hues so bright, Painting Day to restful night. Yet, the memory does not die, of summer days and boys walked by.