Have you ever seen white sands?

The ocean that touches it,

The crowds that it draws,

I was there,

I sat in a chair,

The Beach at my feet,

It was there that, 

I saw Beauty personified,

Her blonde hair, 

Matched the sand so perfectly,

The sight that I beheld,

As she stretched her hands up towards the sky,

The linen dress that she was wearing,

With the rising sun,

There has been no sight as perfect,

The ocean was still,

And the wind was that of a breeze,

It seemed that nature around her,

Simply wanted to impress her beauty.