A message in a bottle, a whisper by the shore,
A sunset in the background, a seashell in the fore.
A pretty good life when summed up, no complaints to make,
And if there are any secrets, this one takes the cake.
A little girl is running, leaving footprints in the sand,
This is just one good thing, of things nobody planned.
Breezes through the grasses, a plane trail overhead.
No more need to say a word, the good things have been said.
No justification, explanation, just sitting here hand in hand,
As the sun drowns in the ocean and the ocean eats the sand.