Retirement abode

The sparkling golden waves, that lash before me,

Nature's miracle from my room I see. 

The far horizon, I yearn to find the ocean end,

It's an endless and expansive legend. 

Cuddled in my duvet, looking through the glass,

Blessed to see the sea from here not worth the pass. 

The view was priceless and rare,

But the touch of the ocean and the soft feel of the sand was my care. 

The many surfers get there early to wave,

Waiting patiently for the best tide to brave. 

Fitness enthusiasts run the beach,

While others seek fitness in dance to teach. 

Basking in the morning sun,

The radiance of this glory is no pun. 

The calm that engulfs my mind with this sight,

Water is my therapy and hope is my might. 

The orange aura that transcends to pink by sunset,

The colors are many, it's a confusing bet. 

There are flowers blooming around with cheer,

It's a magical feeling to have all year. 

By evening the beach gets busier for sure,

Adults and kids gather with much cheer. 

The vibes of local food eateries and playful glee,

The lights sparkle the mood of every tree. 

As I walked by the beach with much thought,

There was a soulful emotion that can never be bought. 

How does the water calm with such ease,

The sea speaks to me without a tease. 

Penchant for the sea when retirement knocks,

I don't yearn for mountains or green habitat stock. 

I do hope to find my solace here,

In deep slumber with the waves without fear.