The Florida sun beats down

The Florida sun beats down,

As I walk along the shore,

The sand beneath my feet,

And the surf’s endless roar.

Seashells scattered all around,

A treasure trove for me to find,

Each one unique and beautiful,

A memory etched in my mind.

The waves crash against the shore,

A rhythm that never grows old,

I breathe in the salty air,

Feeling a sense of peace unfold.

Oh Florida beach, how you soothe my soul,

With your sand, surf, and seashells,

A paradise that makes me whole,

A beauty that never fails.