Dynamic and effervescent,
The saline waves crashing by the shore,
The water so crystal,
The clear view of pebbly finish to adore.

Tranquil and pacific,
The air raw with palms and salt,
Petrichor perceived by the sense,
And that aversion comes to a halt.

Despising seashores was never on my list,
But now the vision of surfers and blues,
How gratifying would it have been,
If I discovered this feeling glues?