Out under the summer’s beating sun

There are moments of such brilliant fun

But none so fun as watching tourists on parade

As they pantomime their crazed charade

Leaving their footprint traces in the sand

While watching lovers hand in hand

Building castles just to watch them wash away

Only the naïve hope that they might stay

I little boy glimpses his first sand dollar

Letting out a hoop and an excited holler

All these memories fade back into the bay

Though dreamed on like only just yesterday

As quick as the sun sets on this beautiful day

Life too is a splendid moment that fades away